“Love at first sight third floor tall man i was mesmerized its ok for us not to be”

Third floor—late autumn, city's golden haze,  
You stood framed in glass, height grazing the day.  
Tall, in the chill of a borrowed midday,  
Coffee cooling, sun glinting in your gaze.

You didn't see me—for a moment I froze,  
Struck by the spell old stories suppose;  
Heartbeat, a drum, hope dared not expose,  
Yet my mind skipped forward, reckless and close.

Mesmerized—yes, I admit the spark,  
In a crowded lobby, you brightened the dark.  
Time curled like steam above paper and park,  
The universe pausing for one borrowed mark.

But love, as I found, does not beg or demand—  
It’s fine we unravel with gentle command.  
The longing can live, like footprints in sand,  
A story that blooms, but slips from the hand.

So carry on tall man, rise into sky—  
A face from third floor, just passing me by.  
We met for an instant: the look, then goodbye,  
Sometimes that’s enough for a lifetime gone by.

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