Dim-lit hall where melodies bloom,
A pianist played, his heart in full swoon.
She sat in the audience, night after night,
Her eyes like stars, her smile pure light.

His fingers danced on ivory keys,
Playing for her, the one he could please.
A sonata of love, a nocturne’s embrace,
Yet, fear in his heart, he hid his face.

One evening, bathed in the moon’s soft glow,
He gathered his courage, his love to show.
He knelt before her, with a trembling start,
“Will you be mine?” poured from his heart.

She looked at him with gentle grace,
A smile touched her lips, but concern traced her face.
“I need time to think, to know what’s true,
I promise, dear pianist, I’ll get back to you.”

He returned to his piano, emotions high,
Composing a piece, a heartfelt sigh.
The notes floated gently, a soft refrain,
“Time flying away, take me with you” again.

The music whispered of love’s gentle plea,
Of moments and memories, of what could be.
His soul poured out in every chord,
A message of love, forever adored.

The melody soared, a passionate cry,
As if begging time not to pass by.
In each delicate note, his heart’s desire,
A love song to set her soul afire.

Days turned to weeks, his hopes held tight,
He played their song in the still of night.
“Time flying away, take me with you,”
A plea in music, tender and true.

Then one evening, she came, radiant, divine,
Her eyes met his, their hearts aligned.
“I’ve thought it through,” she softly said,
And in that moment, his fears were shed.

“For in your music, I found my way,
And in your love, I wish to stay.”
She joined him at the piano’s side,
As they played together, their hearts open wide.

The hall was filled with their symphony,
A duet of love, their destiny.
For in the notes of “Time flying away,”
They found forever “starting that day.”

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