The Coffee Shop
I'm sat here turning pages
As the words call out to me
As you step in through the front door
You're there in front of me
And as I see you standing there
A picture of my dreams
The smile you paint upon your face
The best of all the beams
A gentle smile to send a sign
To you I shall return
A walk across reflective floors
The word “hi” comes in turn
The words that called sit dancing there
They call out to your eyes
And tell a tale right to your heart
That I might be that guy
That guy for whom you have dreamed of
Who'll share his love with you
So let’s sit here and call our words
Like tea our minds can brew
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