[Intro]
Soft pages turn, the store hums like a lullaby.
[Verse]
In the romance aisle, a shy clerk guards a flame,
Notes tucked in novels hoping you’ll recall the name.
You come in, a regular, with a gentle happy smile,
They tremble, breathe, and dream a moment worthwhile.
[Chorus]
Let love be the chorus,
The notes were meant for the clerk all along,
Your reply lights the room; we sing in one,
Let love be the chorus.
[Outro]
The shelves glow brighter as two voices blend,
Let love be the chorus, 'til the end.