It's the

1 and

2 and

3 and

4

Constant beat

Standard 140 tempo

Play for hours

We don't need any sleep though

Because you pick my strings

And I press your keys

Creating a seemingly blessed symphony

Bring me to my knees

Gentle chord progression

I hit the bass notes

Creating that heartbreaking melody

On which my mind dotes

We hit a minor chord

Followed by the major lift

Full of stunning triplers

Through which I need to sift

I start at one end

Creep up the keyboard

The pitch grows steadily higher

With each and every chord

It may not be a

Heaven sent song from above

But it's beautiful

Dear, it's our love