Underneath the dimming lights,
Where shadows dance and spirits flow,
A bluesy sax begins to weave,
A tale that only night can know.
With every note, it softly cries,
A story told in whispered dreams,
The rhythm flows, a sweet surprise,
As time unravels at the seams.
On this cool night, we find our way,
Lost in a jazzy haze, we sway,
The floating voice of velvet sound,
Wraps around us, gently bound.
The serenade of heartbeats rise,
Each pulse a moment, slow and free,
A rhythmic sway beneath the stars,
Just you, the night, and me.
Clouds of smoke and laughter blend,
An orchestra of love so bright,
In every glance, we comprehend,
This blissful dance, this sheer delight.
The music fades, yet still we hold,
The memory of every sigh,
In the sweetness of the night so bold,
Together, under the endless sky.
As dawn approaches, lights may wane,
But in our hearts, the rhythm stays,
For every ending marks a start,
In moonlight whispers, love still plays.
Jazz
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