In a quiet cafe nook, where soft light streams,
A maid I saw, the subject of my dreams.
Her eyes, behind the glass, in a gentle gleam,
A timeless coastline, a poetic, vivid theme.
Her tender hands, a touch that calls to me,
In silent grace, a hidden yearning I see.
Her lips, a taste of paradise so sweet,
A tale of beauty, that time can’t defeat.
A book she holds, where thought takes wing and flies,
Her face a greeting, where all beauty lies.
And past the glass, while coffee scents ascend,
My wandering soul to your sweet image tends.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC
In a quiet cafe nook, where soft light streams,
A maid I saw, the subject of my dreams.
Her eyes, behind the glass, in a gentle gleam,
A timeless coastline, a poetic, vivid theme.
Her tender hands, a touch that calls to me,
In silent grace, a hidden yearning I see.
Her lips, a taste of paradise so sweet,
A tale of beauty, that time can’t defeat.
A book she holds, where thought takes wing and flies,
Her face a greeting, where all beauty lies.
And past the glass, while coffee scents ascend,
My wandering soul to your sweet image tends.
