A hushed café, whispers weave the air,
A sudden laughter dances, bright and clear.
She sits, unclaimed by the worry of the day,
Her smile a cleaving sword to mundane cares.

Her eyes, alive with fires of kindled thought,
Reflect the world, a vision newly wrought.
As rivers flow and bend through earthen art,
Her words, a stream, run coolly through my heart.

She stirs her drink; the ice cubes gently clink,
Like distant bells from some forgotten shrine.
I listen, rapt, as if each subtle sound
She makes could map the contours of my mind.

Her ease, her peace, a breath of crisp new dawn,
She walks in worlds that I have never drawn.
The commonplace, through her bright eyes, becomes
A landscape bathed in morning’s rosy suns.

I venture forth, emboldened by her gaze,
To cross the space where solitude might reign.
Her hand extends, a bridge across the void,
And in her grasp, my pulse is quick, unfeigned.

A meeting cast on destiny’s wide loom,
She is the breeze that stirs a stagnant room,
The verse complete when only half was planned,
In her, life’s simple beauties grandly stand.