Chanson D’amour
A universal love song
In its spreading,
Speaking every language
From celestial sources,
Blending into one
That touches the heart,
And pulls the tears
Out of eyes so bewitched,
Eyes that felt
The effects of witchery,
Tears that flowed
Through its mystic channels,
That speak about love
And its authority,
About music,
That romantic tyrant,
That undivided spirit,
That poetic sorcerer,
That turns rhetoric into
An enchanting sigh,
Stone into
A supple diamond,
The unchangeable
Into a magic harp,
That plucks the strings
With starlit fingers,
That draws lovers to lovers
And limbs to limbs,
And proclaims music as the
Language of the sorcerer.
A love song,
Chanson D’amour.
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