Out of tune

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I remember when
I used to play connect the dots
With your beauty spots and
I could make picture perfect sheet music
Audible to those on the other side of sanity.
I read your voice's musical notes
With the composers eye, and
Beethoven's ear and
For the very first time I heard my song.
The melody that sung me from oblivion;
Mental images of finest tunes
Are what I've been nodding my head to lately,
And every now and then
I find the amiable notes in my seldom plucked heart strings -
Out of tune from misuse
(or disuse)
But either way, it doesn't matter
You refuse to learn how to play.
At least, not with me.
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