A beautiful song plays on the record player a sound so sweet, so calming. But the record is scratched, it skips a few chords, a few words. Yet I keep on listening, waiting for the chorus. I know once I hear it, my heart will beat a faster beat, my mind will wonder off back to the days when I was his gal. It was our song; written by a best friend, Performed at our wedding. We danced to it that night, our eyes focused on one another, our hearts filled with love and happiness. It was recorded for us, and over the years I’ve listened, to that beautiful song playing on the record player. Not much of a dancer he was, but his efforts showed me he cared. He would have done anything for me; reached up and grabbed a star, had I asked. I can hear the chorus, and my heart is beating that faster beat, it always beats when I hear it. I sway to the rhythm and my mind wanders, back to the days when I was alone, again. Tears rolling down my face, my heart broken, I listen to that beautiful song playing on the record player. My heart has gone to sleep, no longer wanting to feel the pain I felt when he said goodbye. Mistakes were made, hearts broken, damage so intense, nothing could possibly mend this heart. Wishes for better days, I wished for in my bed, as I closed my eyes, heading to my happy world, of dreams where I felt love again. And in these dreams I could hear, the melody and chorus, of that beautiful song playing on the record player. My heart did mend, after all, the ability to feel again, to love again, has penetrated my body and soul, sending my emotions on a wonderful journey, of peace and happiness. As I look into his eyes, I can see all the stars from up above, shinning ever so brightly. And as I hear his soft whisper, feel his heart beating as he lays beside me, I hear a familiar sound, my heart start to beat that faster beat. Only this time it isn’t the chorus, which leaves me feeling this way; it’s the sound of my own heart, as it dances within me, to the memories of long ago when I heard, that beautiful song playing on the record player.Birth sign: Not entered
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