The Jazz Singer
I’m in love with a jazz singer.
I would do anything to have her.
I’m intoxicated by her sensual style.
Her lovely face and shimmering gowns make me smile.
I attend every weekend show,
but I’m too shy to let her know.
In the back of the dimly lit piano bar,
I love her from afar.
Her angelic voice, the saxophone and piano,
beckons me to step away from the shadow.
Her songs caress my heart,
and it takes all I can do not to fall apart.
I withstand the crowded atmosphere
simply because she is here.
A note is sent one month later, I have noticed you,
come to my room 102.
Amazingly,
the Angel of fate made her feel love for me!
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