Dominating jazz music,
a loud lingering lyric,
an interesting topic,
a conversation so hypnotic.
He held my hand,
gave me a ring and,
put it in my finger, he stand!
opening a gate in my dream land.
He brought me roses,
with hugs and kisses.
His smile I miss,
the glory is this.
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