Italian Aroma
Every evening at the same cafe,
my place to relax after a day at my desk,
sitting on the same cushioned chair
facing the window ,eyeing people
Hurrying! busy! Robots existing in air,
i stay there for few minutes
waiting for my cappuccino,
made by a young nice guy named Dino!
He comes with a smile holding his tray,
blushes every time he reaches my way,
Bending down so very close to my face today!
I'm sure he have something to say!
He whispers slowly as He breathes in my ear,
"i have a gift especially for you sweet lady,my dear!
a message engraved in your cappuccino!"
Before taking my first sip, I see it!
a Chocolate Heart floating,
a Heart made by Dino.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA
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