By the window in the silent night,
A glow in her eyes, a heart not light.
A yearning for love, yet calm remains,
The beauty of waiting, where peace sustains.
The city's lights and her quiet soul,
Together reveal a deeper goal.
For true love isn't rushed or fast,
It blooms in spirit, meant to last.
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