In the depths of the soul's secret chamber,
Resides a harp of timeless splendour.
Its delicate and finely tuned strings,
Echo the melodies of love and longings.
With gentle touch, the fingers glide,
Awakening whispers that cannot hide.
Each note, a breath of passion's fire,
Expressing desires, soaring higher.
The harp of the heart sings of joy,
Melting sorrows that once did cloy.
Its harmonies, like soft summer rain,
Bring solace and heal all pain.
In the quiet hours of twilight's embrace,
The harp of the heart finds its sacred space.
A symphony of emotions, delicate and pure,
Guiding us to love, forever secure.
So let the harp's sweet strains be heard,
In every corner, in every whispered word.
May it resonate in every soul's core,
And bring harmony forevermore.
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