My love is like a coffee shop
Sneaking softly in the blood
A comfortable feeling,
Stop-animation flood.
Stepping out to snowflakes
Floating to my feet
Streetlamps without flicker
Warm the slowest beat.
My heart feels your approach
And the tea leaves in my veins
Rustle like in autumn--
An excitement fairly feigned.
My love is like a lonely street
With a breeze I can't ignore
And a warmth from far within
My eyes have oft explored.
Holding on where I am weakest
Is such a mystery.
Let not your own heart give in--
Be merciful with me.
Surrounded in a beauty
So like a photograph
In softest grey or sepia.
Today feels like the past,
Like I've been here once before
And I've seen your lovely eyes.
But I don't know who you are yet,
Thus these, harshest of goodbyes.
My love is like a coffee shop;
My stranger, what am I
To your heart (until we've met)
But a snowflake in the sky?
Lonely streets and teacups
Tend to be left behind.
My love is like a coffee shop
Until your heart is
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