When I saw for the first time,
it was snowing outside,
I was waiting for the bus to arrive,
you, with a coffee in hand,
shrivelling because of the cold,
were doing the same.
I don’t know when I become so bold,
but I went to you,
to ask you how you do,
because you look so nice
through the steam of coffee
rising from your cup.
I wanted the chance,
to have a talking dance,
just to know your name,
to see if, maybe, we are the same,
and maybe, I could take you to a cup of coffee...
Alas, seems I have bad luck,
because just when we started to talk,
my bus has arrived.
I left in a haste,
without setting up a date…
Imagine my surprise when we met
in the same place, at the same time,
the very next day.
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