No ordinary Saturday morning
no ordinary meeting of coffee lovers
you and I sitting here
almost daring not to trust
casual tone talk
underneath a fire… it burns
We’ve been burned before
one too many times
the kind of heat we desire
has never lasted
you reach for my hand
your eyes glued to mine
the macaroons and coffee… disappear
This isn’t about warm cafés
and coffee appreciation
this is the finding of love
a discovery of something missing
it’s a beautiful morning
and you just burned… into my soul
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