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She invited me for coffee, and I gladly accepted,
at the table in the corner, where the sun is sometimes visible.
It was my chance, a whim of destiny,
to meet her gaze, to discover her path.
Her hands intertwined, a scent of cinnamon,
her laughter, like a melody, enveloped the scene.
We spoke of dreams, of longings and of life,
while the steam from the coffee danced in the breeze.
Her eyes, a mystery, deep and radiant,
in them, I lost time, I flew like a lover.
I wanted to know more, if in her heart there was,
a corner for me, a shy melody.
We spoke of the sea, of stars in the night,
of the traces of the past, of an uncertain waste.
His voice caressed me, his words were fire,
and in each shared sip, the world became a game.
I didn't know if he was thinking of the near future,
or if in her heart, a distant love remained.
But the coffee cooled, and the clock ticked,
a dance of instants, of desire and regret.
She invited me for coffee, and I gladly accepted,
she, without knowing it, left in my chest an illusion,
a fiery hope, a whisper of the wind,
an echo of promises, a new feeling.