Over Coffee

by Eric Y. Theriault

Beautiful eyes,
And tender lips.
Could hardly believe;
You've ever spoken to me,
And to confuse me further,
Those beautiful eyes;
Often meet mine,
And to my surprise,
A smile surfaces your beautiful face,
And the glow of your eyes,
Leaves me speachless.
I cannot explain,
The feelings that roar through me,
Ever since your lips;
touched my cheek.
And blindly confused,
I continue through life,
Unable to state,
Those words I want to say.
As those I do,
Must make me seem as a fool,
But I think you see through that,
knowing perhaps what I feel,
And perhaps knowing,
That I really want,
More than your company,
over coffee.
eyt*