Humorous Muse; Heart and the String!

Some hearts assume, a man deep in love doesn’t relish the moments, his better half tugs his heartstrings like a breathless cello, hello. Making some needlessly presume, she’s behind the scenes pulling his strings. Oh, but here’s the thing, a devoted man inherently, loves his significant other becoming a trusted composer, his heart forever being her muse. A heart with no strings, love not tethered to anything, echoing the depth of love’s heartfelt thing. Words having such a harmonious ring, till death I do, tether my string. And so, it’s never a bother; rather, a secure man feels elated, knowing her love cares enough to want, to strum his heart like no other. As for me and my heart, for four decades the same woman has been tugging my strings. Sometimes, as men software can lag, and insecure men just want to brag and boast. How their love is the most, and another would never be allowed to pull their string. But tell me, what joy does it bring, if a heart’s violin didn’t have strings? You see, every man needs to know, her love is so instrumental, for years to make his soul’s acoustics sing. Men, the symphonic rhythm of her love, orchestrates the conditions, to be swayed by our love’s rendition. A woman, would gladly give up all the bling, to know, for her your heart still has a thing. No heart, desires a puppet on a string; have the genuine love thang, with the most beautiful southern twang. Heart on a string, it’s absolutely a thing; love pulls you in, ask of you to lean in. And even, when words Sting, like a bee, or the man with the legendary music thing; “Fields of Gold.” Wherewith, promises are never made lightly, of heartstrings strung together, finding the common thing is this. Be hearts bound by three stranded string, what makes the love thing become a stronger cling. Sharing is caring, but baring is daring, to put your soul on the line; Heart, and String!

WCR