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 know you feel it too, by the way your eyes gleam.


But this love of mine is not the kind society accepts.
They will talk, stare and swear and will always try to intercept.
You can go ahead and call me a coward because I certainly am one.
I don't have the courage to go against them, I'd rather run.
That's probably why I said yes to him.
But you have to understand, I was out on a limb.


The day you saw me with him, your eyes welled with tears.
You didn't even order your latte, you just turned and forever disappeared.
Would you have come to the cafe the next day if he wasn't by my side?
I waited for you, I still do. Maybe one day, to myself I lied.
I wish I was daring enough, it would have been the whole world against us two.
I would have taken you to Paris and unapologetically loved you.
© bruno