In fleeting moments, our gazes meet,
His glance up the path, oh so sweet.
A silent exchange, words left unsaid,
But in that moment, a tale is spread.
His eyes, a story of hopes untold,
A journey ahead, both timid and bold.
With each step he takes, a story unfolds,
Leaving behind paths yet to be strolled.
In his glance, a world of wonder,
A moment frozen, a spell to ponder.
As he walks away, towards the unknown,
His glance lingers, a memory sown.
Though paths may diverge, and time may sway,
His glance up the path will forever stay.
A connection shared, a fleeting embrace,
In his glance, a poem of grace.
