At the Cafe

Everyday, I come to the same cafe. Where we met a couple of years ago. I ponder, and wonder. What you are doing over yonder? If you ever knew of the love that you once stoled. Of the passion that still burns within my heart. A part of me that you took for granted so much. As I felt a feather like touch. From my book, I took a look. and there you stood. Staring into your eyes, the windows to your soul. I knew you still cared, and loved me so. If truths would be told, our love never grew old. So why should we deny what we feel inside? As I remmaniece about my newfound bliss, You surprised me with a warm, passionate kiss.