She sits there alone reading her book,
The boy at the next table cant help but look.
They play the eye catching game ever so well,
Her eyes are deep and lovely and have a story to tell.
Of adventures that linger in her memories there,
When people judge her she really doesnt care.
How can mere strangers get the whole picture,
At her table she seems a permanent fixture.
Visions of loved ones come and gone away,
Flash backs of how she wished so many would stay.
Along all people go and depart on their path,
She hums a simple tune to forget their cruel wrath.
Its difficult to say if the boy staring will ever know.
Where this girl has been or where she will go.
She smiles ever so slightly knowing she got his attention,
How handsome he was is worth it to mention.
Amidst a crowded room these two souls dance together,
She breaks the fast moving trains of their minds with a simple "I love this weather"
And then it begins...
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