There's this place I visit
almost every day.
A charming and enchanting
little sidewalk street cafe.
There flits my darling, Renee,
taking orders with a smile.
Swiftly cleaning tables
in her own artistic style.
I peer into my coffee, yes,
I love the girl to death.
A brush against me leaves me
catching what's left of my breath.
In her eyes I could lose myself,
she'd make my clogged head sing.
But exchanging simple niceties
rarely means a thing.
Will I ever have the courage
to simply ask her out?
Can't she hear this trapped heart beating
or the soul that's shouting out?
Guess I'll just continue sitting here
and order sweet latte.
Accompanied by extra cream and
a slice of iced dismay.
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12 comments:
You sent me back in time Helena...
The only change regretted is the chance not taken...
He's going to get fat on all the cream and iced dismay. Go on pluck up courage!
Oh ... Go for it ... just GO FOR IT!
Yeah. What Helen said.
Well done!
=)
Forget the latte...that's for later. But "slice of iced dismay"..powerful!
As my father in law used to say, "Sh**&^% or get off the pot!"
Oh, and best of luck to your daughter and hubby!
nicely done....enjoyed your words...thanks
Ah come on...ask her!
like she made my clogged head sing
Initiated Kiss
"a slice of iced dismay"
Brilliant!
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