TrebleCleff.

Music In my heart.Heart in my hand. We intertwine rhythms;That's just how we hold hands.the notes she plays play in my soul;they warm me when I'm cold.i play in the snow with no sweater;I get chills from her voice.I'm used to that kind of weather.I'm her treble;she's my bass clef.imagine the music we made when our hearts met.beat after beat.listen to our melody.lalalala;yeah I know.pure serenity.chemistry from our serenity would make u think that she's a deity.goddess of my staff;and conductor of that prettie liddo thing that's made of wood & strings.when I wanna hear a song.no need for the radio.I hold her hand and just let the music flow.tightly she squeezes on the heart in my hand.increasing our tempo;like a strong wind atop of sand.climax of this chorus.the rhythm simmers down.she walked away to my melody.I tried to speak;she turned around.she held my beat.and stole my sound.sung my song with just one note.it sounded familiar.so I listened close.my hearts' beat echoed from this womans' soul.I stood in silence as I held onto her hand.intertwined with her rhythm.she had me in a trance.for I could not let go.she sung my soul.put me on her bass cleff.and let our heartsbeatsflow. <3