You're like music to my ears a combination of notes on pages in my book of life A symphony so nice & beautiful even the angels sing your tune as there's an aire about you that gives us both air beneath our wings My heart sings when I think of the two of us together as you're an expert at pulling on its strings We are each others instrument the way we play & act as if we don't know how to say what we feel This is me being real with myself as well as you & knowing you read my heartfelt music makes me want to say what's true Our love is beautiful in a way that stands out head & shoulders above the rest even if we keep those feelings close to the vest I digress as I'm being spun backward into memories of our beautiful symphony that can only be described with the most descriptive words In other words the sheet of music we share is incomparable & I wouldn't even try to compare Rather I seek to spare myself the torture of having to further replay our records though they are classics I don't need glasses to see what we mean to each other but at times it's rather translucent so there's space to get lost inside loves confusion I'll take that hit every time though & endure the contusions because sometimes love does hurt even if we're under the influence of the drug of illusion