They met each other
at four in the afternoon—
not too late for sunshine,
not too early for gold.
She was everything to him,
yet to her,
he was no one at all.
She sold flowers for a living;
most of her days
were surrounded by blooms.
But to him,
it was her smile—
a fleeting afternoon meeting
that became his whole world.
Strangers in truth,
yet his loneliness
saw more than it should.
It was love at first sight—
or so he swore,
not knowing it was only
infatuation,
nothing more,
nothing less.
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