I have a memory of you in my heart,
It’s of a nightingale, singing words of a lyrical bard,
Unaware of the souls enchanted by its song,
Pulling the sun out of a slumber, creating a magical dawn.
These lines are about the memory of a young innocent girl who did not worry about the opinions of the world. She sang a song written by a poet, unaware of it’s mesmerizing effect on people. It was this lack of awareness and the fact that she sung only for herself that made the song almost magical that even the sun rose to listen to her voice.
Will the magic stay as she becomes aware of its effect?