Strings pluck to a silent rhyme,
Kisses stood still in lost time,
Vocals vanish, harmonies fading too,
Imagine, it’s just me and you,
A flute’s dancing melody in mime,
We’re muddled together, lemon and lime,
Souls that waltz fall to dust,
Left is the sound of throbbing lust,
A band’s chatter starts to hush,
Your touch, evoking a sudden blush,
The fizz of champagne, they toast,
High in the sky, a love for you, I boast,
Crowds ebb away with an elegance of a dove,
Now only cricket song whistles along with this love.

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