The poet says we are in a cozy cute cafe,

He and She are placed in that space,

Both oblivious to each other’s existence,

She is seated on a table, with coffee,

He is standing, looking around, with coffee,

He spots her and finds himself smitten,

She observes him with matching amusement,

Both bewildered with sudden jolts of emotions,

Is this what they call love, or primal attraction,

Whatever it is or might be, they secretly wished,

Some poet would write about it somewhere,

Maybe someone is, the poet chuckles,

Will they, would they, how will their story end?

Dear reader, you can end this story in your head.