Strings of fate have been playing with us,
Strumming through trials that keep us apart.
The loudness of the band—breaking us,
Yet here we are, connected; a melody that will last.

I love how your fingers dance on your guitar,
How you hold the pick—so gracious even from afar.
Being the alpha, so strong on the outside,
Yet with me, your heart softens at night.

The rapid beat of drums is nothing.
Hear my heart—you can't catch up; it's running.
You sang me a song—not literally,
But a melody from the heart, the most precious thing.

You're not a composer,
Yet you've composed me.
A musician,
Who brought rhythm into my life.

Notes, life—both messed up,
Then you came, piecing things together.
Notes, hearts—once broken apart,
Now, a melody of hearts has been created.

You are not a perfect melody,
And we don't have perfect hearts,
But together, we've created a perfect pair—
The melody of hearts.