Virtuoso


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I tell you,

He inspired her art

There’s something about pain

Though a wall shields her heart,

It birthed a virtuoso from her bane.

 

She performs,

It’s him she wants observing

Every note louder, gestures immaculate,

He left her hurting and uncertain

Unaware of a masterpiece he was to create.

 

Virtuoso,

Listen, how she belts out!

Her words, they inspire,

The rules, she will flout

She entrances, and he can’t help but admire.

 

Virtuoso,

Rain on her compliments

She impresses with little effort,

But in her, he planted deep sentiments

Raw, beautiful art is her reward.

 

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