To the girl I met at a coffee shop.

Aye! When two flames kiss, oft, they feel pleasure,

Twirling round and round - hoping to be seen,

Locking eyes and lips of time no measure,

Asking “how” and “why” is this not a dream?

Or maybe our fates were destined to cross…

Sometimes lines intertwine in rare o’cajun.

To take leaps of faith without fear of loss?

Or to watch hearts soar in high elation?

When I’m near you it’s hard not to smile,

And when you’re near me, you have no disguise,

Her gaze broke down my wall with ease and style,

Her voice met mine as we said our “good-bye’s”

And still my muse makes my heart beat faster,

Missing her embrace and sounds of laughter.