Sunlight streaming through the window,
A warm sip of morning coffee.
Amid the crowd that passes by,
There you are, so familiar.
Is it fate? Our eyes keep meeting,
My heart says hello before my lips do.
Good morning, a brand-new day,
Your smile lights up the way.
So familiar, yet so new,
This morning feels brighter with you.
A breeze carries whispers of perfume,
A touch of warmth lingers in the air.
Between us, something undefined,
A story waiting to unfold.
Will we meet again, or just pass by?
Where does fate draw the line?