In the dim glow of a smoky bar,
Echoes of memories drift near and far.
Notes from a piano, soft and grand,
Evoke the touch of a distant hand.

The melody weaves through the night’s embrace,
Eyes meet and part in a fleeting chase.
Lost in the shadows of time’s refrain,
Yearning to hear that song again.

“Play it, Sam, as time goes by,”
A whispered plea beneath the star-lit sky.
Through the haze of laughter and sighs,
Two lovers caught where destiny lies.

In a city where nights stretch long,
Haunted by echoes of a soulful song.
Rick and Ilsa, a timeless dance,
Bound by a fleeting, fragile chance.

As dialogues weave and memories blend,
A story of love that defies the end.
In every note and whispered prayer,
Their story lingers in the midnight air.

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” a final toast,
To the love that time tried to ghost.
Yet in each chord and silent tear,
Their song endures, forever near.

So play it again, Sam, don’t refrain,
Let the music erase the pain.
In the notes, their love is found,
A symphony of hearts unbound.