Love's Aroma In the Coffee Shop
This is was written by my friend Salwa Naamani - as a reply to my poem with same I really liked to share it with you here
Unlike any other shop
For coffee , I hopped
Morning beauty in its top
Met my eyes as I turned the knob
Everything clean and in form
Attractive in every sob
I stood frozen and cold
As she asked about my cup
I wished she would be my trophy
The fantasy of all age
Could she be the Empress
Could she play over my beats
Tune my harp
Put things into art
Call the insane heart
Spell the call
Order my messy blocks
Could she be
Oh
Would she be
All this and more !!!
By Salwa Naamani
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