Just an old poem

It's this poem's 2nd year yesterday, yet it's just going to be published now. 

This is dedicated to someone with whom I felt so many things. One of which is expressed through this poem.

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Sometimes our hearts beat in tandem.

Like the perfect color combination of violet and blue in a red sunset;

Or like the matching taste of a dark chocolate drink with marshmallows;

Or like the harmozing duet of piano and violin playing in an orchestra.

And yet there are still times

That we find our hearts longing and lost.

Times when the red sunset begins to fade in the dark of the night;

When the afternoon rain becomes a thunderstorm that stirs up the tranquillity of the hour;

Or when the conductor finally faces the audience, signifying that music has now come to end.

There will be moments that our hearts

Will be confused and hurting.

But I hope they will always remember:

That morning comes after the night,

A rainbow always arches the sky after the storm,

And that beautiful music can be anywhere.

There is someone who can stay and will stay through it all.