She turned each page with patient care,
unaware of two orbs lingering stare
unaware of two orbs lingering stare
a stolen glance, a nervous sigh,
words failed him - he knew not why
Met by destiny, chance, or fate
both reaching for the same worn page
a laugh was shared, a Greek fire was lit,
a story neither dared admit
From Austin's wit to Poe's dark rhyme
with minds intertwined in borrowed time
discussions stretched past midnights chime
bound by prose, crimson rocks aligned
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