Amidst the grandeur of the night,
A symphony of love takes flight,
Strings and horns, a perfect blend,
In harmony, their notes ascend.
Each melody, a sweet caress,
A gentle kiss, a soft finesse,
The music speaks of love's delight,
And fills the air with purest light.
But time, it marches ever on,
And soon the symphony is gone,
Leaving but a memory trace,
A whispered echo of its grace.
Yet still the music lingers on,
A haunting tune that can't be gone,
A reminder of loves pure light,
That shone so bright, that wondrous night.
For though our hearts may break and mourn,
Love's symphony will still adorn,
The memories that we hold dear,
And chase away our every fear.
So let us raise our voices high,
And sing a hymn of love and joy,
For though the symphony may end,
In our hearts, it will forever blend.
©terver
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