off-key

These verses are unlike
            The song we sang,
    How it rang along
The indigo back then:
          Nebulous, ethereal,
A musical misdeal
      Of simpatico blush.
I’d rush back ten, it’s true,
    Maybe a hundred again,
        Of my best notes since
For when you first listened in
      On my love for you.

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