heartstrings II

you speak the language of my heart,

for

my heartstrings, you play them beautifully.

even without saying a word,
to me you could still be heard.

when you bestowed that crimson rose,
and wanted to be my hero,
i could never have said no.

but there lies not the issue,
for i do not need your rescue.
maybe just your relentless pursuit,
and your promise to be ever true

(woots zhang ma! did u notice? i didn't rhyme every last word!! my attempt at poetry seems to be getting better!)