Two
by Oliver
You have such an effect on me, you really do. Every time we meet, I want to either laugh or cry, sing and dance, or all these things at the same time.
I think about you often, you always seem to hit my mood. When I'm sad, you're sad. When I'm happy, you're happy too. What's the expression? Harmonious, that's it, sympathetically harmonious.
I love your lines; so straightforward and virile and yet, at other times, so curvaceously feminine. Either you're firing my blood or soothing me with your caresses. Getting me aroused or lulling me to sleep.
I love you. Really.
I don't know what my life would be like without you. Emptier, greyer, that's for sure. You can be so subtle sometimes, I'm sometimes not sure whether or not I get what you're saying to me. Other times, you're so obvious. But never predictable. Even though I've known you all these years, you still find ways to surprise me. Always a new facet to your character.
You sometimes appear so simple, but I know the hidden depths, the inner workings of you; appearances can be deceptive. I know how complicated you can be at times, tortuous even, but you have a logic, which I can't argue with.
You are unique, there's no doubt about it. People try and copy you, but they can't get you right.
Trend-setter? Maybe.
Icon? Absolutely.
And you're mine, my very own.
I would know you instantly, even with my eyes closed. Just the shiver of anticipation I get, every time I hear your name.
If I could, I would keep you to myself, but that wouldn't be fair to all your fans. I know you're popular and I'm not jealous.
Honestly. I'm not jealous, because I know we have a very special relationship. When we're together, it's just you and me.
You have the knack for making me feel like I'm the only person you're talking to. I feel we have this communion together, our own private sanctuary.
Yes, I really do love you, Moonlight Sonata.
