A Poem On a Napkin

I have noticed her for weeks now, this same coffee shop, the same table, the same time each day I am taken by her beauty, the way she smiles and sips her coffee, Irish cream I believe, reading her iPad intently, enjoying herself it seems I have found myself daydreaming about her, her wonderful brown hair, not really knowing what has come over me, there is just something about her I have wanted to approach her, but I’m not sure how So I decided today that I would write a poem on one of these napkins and leave it on the table before she walks in, hoping she finds it This is what I wrote: Far of lonely breaths I breathe Upon yon smile enchanting so O’er these moments to believe Gazing soft enchanting aglow Of this chance I long to feel Soft the touch of feathered lips For my love can not conceal in the brush of fingertips Take these words which I have penned ‘pon this napkin meant for you Keep them close as they do send My poetic feelings true It’s almost time, here she comes… My god she is beautiful, I can feel my heart racing, it is about to beat out of my chest, I’m shaking She sits down and takes a sip of coffee, turns on her ipad… come on…it’s right there, in front, wait, she sees it, she sees the poem She is reading it and that gorgeous smile appears again Scanning the shop, she notices me watching, smiling at her Nodding at me she folds the napkin and places it in her purse then motions for me to join her, my nerves are going crazy ‘Hi, did you write this poem for me?” she asks. “I did,” I answer “I love it, it is so beautiful.” Then she removes a napkin from her purse and hands it to me “I wrote this for you.” She says and I am at a loss for words She has handed me the most beautiful poem I have ever seen and then whispers, “I have noticed you for weeks, the same table, the same time…I just didn’t know how to approach you, so I…”