Love's Aroma In the Coffee Shop

This is was written by my friend Salwa Naamani - as a reply to my poem with same I really liked to share it with you here Unlike any other shop For coffee , I hopped Morning beauty in its top Met my eyes as I turned the knob Everything clean and in form Attractive in every sob I stood frozen and cold As she asked about my cup I wished she would be my trophy The fantasy of all age Could she be the Empress Could she play over my beats Tune my harp Put things into art Call the insane heart Spell the call Order my messy blocks Could she be Oh Would she be All this and more !!! By Salwa Naamani