The girl sitting in the cafe, engrossed with her books,
Could be the one you've been looking for all around.
It might be the way she moves her lips, the way she looks,
There's always a love waiting to be found.
One moment her face brightens up and then she's sad,
Your heart can do but match the rhythm her emotions show,
Maybe it's just how innocent an expression she has,
Your feet not finding the way they usually go.
She's too much in oblivion to take note of you,
As her eyes drift from word to word through the lines,
Maybe it's just how childlike she is, or how calmly she flew,
From the book to your heart, right in no time.