Breakfast.
The table is decked for two.
only people eating, me and you.
The coffee aroma fills the room,
it wont be long its ready soon.
The eggs are on the go,
soft, not too hard I know.
The toast is browning nice and slow,
nice and crispy way to go.
Butter and marmalade too,
any thing else for you.
We sit and eat just us two,
and talk about all things new
whats happend in the last three weeks,
why we could not speak.
I will tell you things you want to know,
this and that and so and so,
You can tell me all about you,
any thing I will listen too.
I have waited long for this,
its some thing I would not miss.
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