In the quiet glow where the whispers play,
Silk and shadows dance, stealing hearts away.
A tender crescendo, the world starts to sway,
In this sweet nocturne, let the night hold sway.
Improv our hearts in the moon’s soft embrace,
Each note like a kiss, we lose track of space.
With every beat drifting, we find our own pace,
In the rhythm of longing, it’s a lover’s chase.
Softly we spiral, like smoke in the air,
Your laughter a melody, so rich and rare.
With every glance stolen, no moment to spare,
In the silk of the night, we’re free without care.
So let the music guide us where dreams intertwine,
A silent agreement, your hand fits in mine.
In this sweet nocturne, the stars gently shine,
As we sway ever closer, our hearts we align.
Each stolen heartbeat, oh it feels so alive,
In the canvas of time, our desires contrive.
We paint with our souls, where the wild hopes thrive,
And the silk of our moments is how we survive.
So linger a while, let the magic unwind,
In the breath of the night, leave the worries behind.
As the final note fades, and our stars are resigned,
Know this dance will forever be ours to find.
Jazz
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