Only Time Will Tell
Her natural golden curls flowed
beautifully around her austere face.
She glimpsed at the man a few
tables over; he was
reading the Times of his day,
and every so often he took a sip of
his steamy latte. She looked away to
finish her pudding a la creme. The
blazing sun glared
upon her face, luckily for her
she was wearing
the latest fashion of Parisian hats.
A fog horn blew and she rose from her seat.
The man she had been glimpsing at arose as well,
following her every step.
Will they ever be like Romeo and Juliet?
. only time will tell.
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