In the heart of town where the warm ovens glow,
Two worlds collide in the soft morning flow,
Tenth grade adventures, with laughter and dreams,
In the bustling school halls, where friendship redeems.

She strolls with a notebook, her hair in a braid,
A gentle shy smile, a heart unafraid,
Through textbooks and tests, she navigates time,
Yet finds space for love in the rhythm of rhyme.

After school’s bell rings, her feet lead the way,
To the little brown bakery, where sweet scents play,
Cinnamon swirls dance through the doorframe,
And the warmth of fresh pastries ignites a sweet flame.

He’s there by the counter, a boy with bright eyes,
His laughter like music, a spark that defies,
With flour on his hands and dreams in his heart,
In this cozy corner, their stories can start.

They trade little glances, each moment feels ripe,
As the clock ticks away, under soft golden light,
With cherry tarts cradled and hot chocolate sipped,
Their fingers brush softly, a moment eclipsed.

In the bliss of the bakery, the world fades away,
As they navigate school and the games that they play,
Flour dusted hopes, rising like their delight,
Each sweet interaction under starry night.

School days may pass, like pastries on trays,
But the warmth of their bond, forever stays,
In the heart of a bakery, where love makes its claim,
Two souls intertwined, forever the same.

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