Charlie- the Melodist

Fingers on the piano running wild
The tune being played goes on mild.
I stare at him like to star is a child
He plays as if the piano was for him styled

Every key sings a special song
Shows it has been time, I've waited long
Something tells me that this is not wrong
And that he'll be there to make me strong

His eyes piercing my soul
Changing its colour from dark coal
Pupils widening like a big black hole
He now owns my heart he secretly stole

His music sounding better with every cadence
As beautiful as the city of Florence
To him, one can lose all his sense
In his music, like a fog it's dense

He brings my interests out so fast
Always so full of chaste
Listens to the whole thing, never in a haste
Feels so different with him, like some sort of spell cast

The perfect time is with our chats
Cuddling closer & closer just like cats
Even though we have some fights and swats
We share a relationship like cheese and rats

We have our own corny things
Just like a unicorn and her wings
I'm so impressed by the way he sings
Wish there'll be a day when we both wear the special rings

-Chinmayee Kulkarni