After such surprised and stupid day of anxiety
I preferred to return into the restaurant
The next day
The winds were blowing a bit
And I did spot a flower in the cafe
She was too beautiful
That beautiful that an artist can engrave an art
And a psycho could get smart
Her presence perfumed me as the privilege of the priceless poetry
Which was certainly unsung
Her long lying hairs baffled on to mine brain
When those neurons charged up at a decent velocity to Medulla
And that stimuli is what we call an attraction
And I didn't get late
I went
My legs slowly migrated to her table
And I was acting as a gentlemen
She was puzzled
I ordered the lunch for her
And very nearly and dearly gave her company
And now Hi this word wonded from me as a very stressful job
She replied me hi as well
I then asked her name
And the interactions went on
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