Coffee, Rain, and You

In a rain-drenched café where whispers entwine,
I met you, love, as the world blurred in time.
Coffee’s warmth curled between our palms,
A quiet solace, a fleeting calm.

Outside, the city wept in silver streaks,
Each drop a verse the heavens speak.
Thunder murmured in the distance low,
Yet within, the candlelight’s golden glow.

Your face, serene, framed by the storm,
Soft as the hush where new love is born.
Eyes that held unspoken prose,
A fleeting past, a longing exposed.

We spoke in echoes, in glances, in sighs,
The rain composing our lullabies.
Time unraveled in rippling streams,
Yet still, we lingered—two souls in between.

The world beyond was blurred and grey,
Yet in its passing, we found our way.
For love is not in days we chart,
But in brief moments that etch the heart.

And though the rain may fade to mist,
This memory lingers, sealed in a kiss.