Monday, December 14, 2009

Grab my hand. Dance with me. Smile to me when i saw you starring at me. Will You?

First you were scared to hold me.

But you were brave enough to stare and hold my hands.

Coffee Lovers
by Aindréas Brennan

Silently,

He smiles to himself,

As he thinks of her,

Sitting alone in her kitchen,

Sipping coffee.

She thinks of him too,

But little does he know it.

Shamefully,

Both pass each other every day,

Without passing on the knowledge,

Of their inwardly turned love.

Time and time again it happens,

For who has the courage to say it first

,Or do they just enjoy,

Their secret love affair.

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