In melodies of longing, my heart does play,
A saxophonist's soul, in love's ballet.
Our meetings planned, yet fate intervenes,
A cosmic dance, behind the scenes.
His saxophone whispers in the midnight air,
Each note a promise, a love affair.
Yet life's interruptions, a relentless rhyme,
But through the strains, love stands the test of time.
In dreams, I see his star ascending high,
Prosperity blooms beneath the sky.
His saxophone weaves dreams untold,
A symphony of success, a story to unfold.
I yearn for his pain to gently sway,
In the cadence of a brighter day.
For within my love, a healing balm,
To soothe his soul, bring tranquil calm.
As dreams align, and stars align,
May his saxophone play a melody divine.
In the crescendo of life, may joy take flight,
And love's song serenade the darkest night.
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