A Golden Moment…

In a quaint café, where time drifts slow,
A lady sits, with a radiant glow,
Her laughter dances like light on the floor,
Capturing hearts with a glance, wanting more.

Nestled in hues of a sunbeam’s embrace,
With a bright yellow cup, she finds her own space,
Sipping her coffee, steam curls up high,
Mirroring warmth from the soft morning sky.

The sun filters through with a golden decree,
Painting her figure in light poetry,
From her smile sparkles the world anew,
Each sip of her drink brings forth morning dew.

The chatter around fades to a whispering hum,
As I sit, drawn close to the spell of her sun,
Every moment a treasure, captured in time,
Her presence, a melody, a sweet, gentle rhyme.

So here, in this café, beneath skies so wide,
My heart finds its rhythm, her beauty my guide,
For in that soft moment, the world fell away,
As I simply watched her, enchanted today.