My True Love's Native Tongue
Sweet music is my true love's native tongue,
no other language so reveals her soul-
in rhythms, notes, and rests, her thoughts made whole;
for moments brief, her hearer's hearts made young.
Sweet music is my true love's native tongue,
transporting souls to heaven's shores when she
is singing, bringing them reluctantly
back down to earth when her last note is sung.
As words are formed of letters - simple things,
these words build books; and books, vast libraries.
Likewise, my joy is built of melodies
composed of pure and perfect notes she sings.
No language could so move me to rejoice
more than the music of my true love’s voice.
Written 2/24/1999 for my true love on her birthday
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