For My Beloved Elise
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Thuy Ann Nguyen, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2017
Elise, our hearts entwined so intricately,
Skilled fingers shifting synchronously,
Capable hands demonstrating agility,
Self-composed music of the utmost proficiency.
But Elise, our hearts commenced its unraveling,
Dilapidated fingertips that were once immensely flattering.
Exemplary ‘sleight of hand’ now adhering to Incompetence,
Inept compositions no longer of the ultimate prominence.
Yes, Elise, your fragile heart was unwilling to remain,
For my regrettable pride refused to explain.
Having impaired hearing in such a profession,
Limited my rare abilities to fulfill my ambitions.
So, Elise, I plead for your forgiveness,
By dedicating a piece that may seem suspicious.
I hope this sounds familiar, all these obvious clues,
For I am Beethoven, the man who wrote ‘Fur Elise’ for you.