On the table, there's order for coffee,
under, his knee almost touched hersan exhale, a sigh, a call to be
he writes poems that are stupid
she smiles, puts up with it and
blames it on cupid
his struggle is to make the verse rhyme
she loses herself
in the moment sublime
in being who they are,
he fails to see the verse they make
beautiful... not rhyming by far!
2 comments:
Looks like 'Cupid' has won over 'verse' and 'coffee'!!
:) Oh! sweet coffee.
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