I used to look at you from across the café,
sitting there, sipping your usual "non-fat caramel latte".
Your long luscious locks, your sunkissed skin,
those enticing blue eyes, I always get lost in.
And your smile, that damn smile,
makes my heart run a thousand mile.


When you enter the café, everyday around 6,
I suddenly feel like I am in Paris.
I can see the Eiffel tower, the moon and the sky filled with stars,
everything feels complete now, with you in my arms.
Occasionally our eyes meet, snapping me out of my dreams.
I...