I looked unto him,
And he glimpsed into me,
There as we gazed almost hesitantly.
Between us sat, rather innocuously,
A sweetly scented cup of black coffee.
“Cream?” He asked, innocently,
Nearly, because he’d ordered the one, you see.
“Might we share?” He asked, daringly.
Yes. A miser I would not be.
A drink with him, I’d share quite happily.
A drink, a dance, a love, a life…
Yes. I’d share quite happily.