Pasta & Pretzels

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Impeccably neat, a vision of order,
From whence did you arrive, a query ponders.
The baffled lady muses, a swift setup, quicker still to start,
A whirlwind or a being, marvelously apart.

Locks graced with strands of moonlit hue,
Mirroring night's edge with a hopeful view.
A stature robust, echoing strength untold,
Yet within, a purity, a story unfolds.

How might I stride alongside such grace,
His perfection a pace I fear I cannot chase.
Perhaps I stand back, admiring from afar,
For in this race of hearts, we're different stars.

Ever in motion, a force that knows no bounds,
With simple joys in life, his happiness is found.
A coffee warm, pasta twirled, a pretzel in hand,
His heart finds peace in pleasures simple and grand.

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