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He looked behind the glass of his window,
Looking for a glimmer, a sign of destiny.
In the air, the breeze was sneaking, mischievous,
Carrying the scent of her perfume, her essence.
Could the breeze carry her desires to the wind,
Until it reached the one she had so longed for?
Her thoughts floated in the air,
Like whispers longing to be heard.
Each sigh, an echo of hope,
Every heartbeat, an echo of desire.
In the stillness of her room, she searched for clues,
A message hidden in the flow of time.
With determination and destiny our love desires will be a reality.
Without faltering