In a time of pop hits and Top 20s, we are a classic symphony;
a seamlessly perfect piece that took ages to complete; a story told between the lines, when given a chance to speak; a harmony dismissed by the masses in trendy brand names. We are a dance of percussion and strings-- the intertwining web of violin and cello; a building crescendo of passion and a steady release of compassion. We will move in beautiful, hypnotic unison, Dolce. And when the symbols clash, we rise to our feet, together. Forte, fortissimo. Molto vivace. Sforzando. The tempo races wildly like heartbeats. And as the world raves and rages for immediate satisfaction, our symphony will bring beautiful tears and true emotions, Sempre. Countless generations will be left in awe of our timeless story; our patience, our love, our faith, the infallible flow of music. The universal composer is still working, still perfecting our piece because masterpieces come with struggles and years of work; building & breaking, ups & downs, ebbs & flows, life & death. A Symphony, my love, is what we are; what we've been waiting our lives for. Until then, I will be the cadenza and you can be the crescendo. One unknowing day, our separate melodies will find their resolution and we will make perfect, beautiful, breath-taking sense together; our solos becoming a timeless ensemble; a perfectly crafted symphony.
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