Ode to Tchaikovsky

I never thought that I would learn to love A love as strong and violent as this; My heart beats from my chest—a startled dove, Each time I hear your songs or reminisce. Astonished by your “Serenade for Strings,” Orchestral works I finally embraced. Swan Lake took me to Heaven on white wings; My memory of this shan’t be erased. But then concerto fell upon my ears— A battle ‘tween the king and queen of sound. This perfect harmony destroyed my fears. Our love predestined and eternal crowned. Like Romeo and Juliet are we, Though early death be not obligat’ry.