Breakfast in August

Written by: Amy Al

Wrapped up in blankets against the cold morning air,
Curled up snugly in wicker seats
 
Frosty breaths of conversation,
Expelled a mist above our breakfast of waffles and hot cocoa
 
Our blushes were hidden behind pale white hands,
Whilst shy smiles wrote our story
 
We exhaled secrets into the day,
And inhaled nervous expectation
 
A foreign land awoke around us,
Whilst our voices spread wings to depart
 
It was that August morning amid the pastel sunrise,
That I fell in love with you...