Fate, in a turn of high grace, boasted the miracle—a song sprouted in the dawn, a rose above, Cassette's chores exhausted, with heart a lantern calling Mann down the sleeping earth. His soul was dancing, a star in the morning glow, and he just ran to their banyan tree, roots cradling their love, branches swaying to the name of her song as if it were a sacred hymn. There she stood, eyes gentle monsoons caressing galaxies, a smile lit up the smile in his world with joy, a radiance shining forever. "Cassette, my tide, my truth, my starfire's vow," he sobbed, running up and giving her a hug as great as the universe, his lips kissing her forehead gently lighted up the heavens: "Your warmth is my sky, your love the eternal bloom of my heart, my only sky-colored hymn, the song of my forever."
She disappeared into his arms, a lighthouse that warm river, her laughter was cascades of temple bells, ringing on a bright and sacred morning. "Mann, my shore, my forever," she sang, forehead to forehead, the impingement of the warmth of their bodies a poem of unity, "Our hugs are a dawn that never fades, our kisses a star that forever shines, our love a river that flows eternal, a hymn that holds the heavens," and his ensuing kisses were odes to care and, on tender wings, flew through her own soul. "Cassette, my very own heartbeat of the Moon," Papa whispered, his tender tide of devotion caressing, "you are my tide, my home, my heart's only light, my love's forever spring, my soul's eternal vow."
Still beneath the banyan together, their hugs were a tapestry of beloved tenderness, foreheads pressed into kisses of truth; love was the poetry that wove their souls in radiant delight, singing one hymn that echoed through eternity-to heaven and earth. Life sprang forth by their warmth; stars sang on their vows to the world, angling through love's gentle glow and upholding with its dignity the stars. "Cassette, my starfire-dawn," Mann sang, suitably encircling her, "your hugs are my sky, your kisses my stars, my heart's eternal bloom, my soul's only truth." She smiled, and his arms were host to her, her eyes reflecting his soul, radiant with love. "My Mann," she whispered in soft movement, "my tide of light. Your love is my spring, my heart's forever hymn, my dawn's eternal vow, my soul's unending song."