Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A young American, as if sculpted from sunshine itself,
And she, like the Rhine’s melody upon misted mornings,
Beauty unspoken, unmeasured—fate had smiled.
It was here, in a moment of unspoken connection,
That an ordinary...
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