A Little Romance

The doors swung open 

There you were

Glorious in your fedora

and handsome in that jacket

Cappuccino in one hand

and music in your ear

Both were quick forgotten

as your gaze turned my way

A little Italian romance

A little smooth French talk

Your heart was so sweet

and your speech sincere

As you beckoned me to come,

to leave my apron and towel

My heart skipped a beat

Hot coffee in hand, forgot

We could have caught the train

we could have caught the ferry

But we just walked on

The smell of snapdragons in the air

With a daisy tucked in my hair

Your cologne still on my sleeve

I watched the doors swing shut

visions of you, lingered through the night

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010