Ode to Steph

Her visage is a rousing chord,
Her smile a glorious fanfare.
She moves like gentle harmony
That floats upon the air.

Her scent becomes soft melody,
My heart picks up her beat.
Crescendo as she draws anear...
Then dissonance in retreat.

Her tune will linger here a while,
Then silence there will be.
And I left singing her sweet soul song
That she doesn't play for me.

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