When I get to be a composer, I’m going to write the last word on love.

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Prompt: When I am a composer…

The way love lifts your feet off the very pavement when you walk and glides your way as you greet your lover. The way your heart swells in your chest and you feel the pressure of what is to come. Is this what a heart attack feels like? The way your face blooms with a rosy glow of excitement and discovery. 

The way the expectations rise and fall as you detect the cracks in the image you have created. The way disenchantment creeps into your thoughts and you become hardened with disillusionment of reality. Oh! the music turns from light and carefree to a dirge of a requiem that marks the end of the love you thought would last forever.

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