A response from the Daily Post theme of the day:
Sing your sweet song of love,
For the brokenhearted to hear.
So lovely it brings Aphrodite to tears.
Whisper in a cadence so soft and so slow
That my once darkened spirit, incessant, will glow.
A heart, as was mine, then drowning with sorrow,
As melancholy dreams, but awoke from tomorrow.
Sweet melodies, as yours, make the most guarded heart
Crumble through forgiveness—resentment, torn apart.
The notes of pure nectar drift light from your soul
As light, transcendent, fills the deepest of holes.
Your song, a pure innocence, like the whitest of doves.
So be proud to sing your song of love.