Writing in rhyme about Mozart's cousin

In Salzburg town where Mozart dwelled,
Young Wolfgang's tales were often held.
With music magic in his hands,
He roamed the lands, a genius grand.

But lo, a tale of youthful fire,
A cousin caught his heart's desire.
Maria Anna, cousin fair,
In youthful dreams, she had a share.

Their kinship bond, though blood did flow,
In Wolfgang's heart, it did bestow
A longing sweet, a tender yearn,
For Anna's grace, his heart did burn.

In secret thoughts, his mind did stray,
To fantasies of love's ballet.
Imagined trysts in moonlit glades,
Where serenades their hearts serenades.

Yet in the light of day's embrace,
Reality's stern hand did chase
Those dreams away, for fate's cruel jest
Denied young Wolfgang's heart's request.

For Anna's path led far from his,
Their love confined to wistful bliss.
Though music's notes did intertwine,
Their hearts remained apart, entwined.

But still, in songs of love's refrain,
Wolfgang's yearning did sustain.
In melodies that soared on high,
His love for Anna touched the sky.

So let us raise a glass to them,
Young Wolfgang and his Anna gem.
Though earthly bounds their love did part,
In music's realm, they'll never part.