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...