The Crescendos of Our Ballad

My heart is yours to rest upon

A cushion never deflating from pressure

Each thump an original lullaby

Composed only for your ears

And if you are to ever wander off

The crescendos of our ballad will rise with each step you take

Until you gradually descend back into my arms

—Octavia Mason

 

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