Don't mind the lyrics

In a quiet café, where time stood still,

Their eyes met, bending to their will.

Years had passed like whispered air,

Yet love lingered, though fragile and rare.

She held a book with trembling hands,

His name written in golden strands.

"To the Artist Who Loved Me," she softly sighed,

A tale of young love, once denied.

He smiled, revealing a book of his own,

"My Lady in Green," he smiled again.

Though they were never meant to be,

Here, they ease their pain.

She rests her warm hands on his face,

Bidding farewell to the Artist who loved her,

A game of fate, she could never win.

He wipes her tears and kisses her softly,

Bidding farewell to his beloved,

The Lady in Green.