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The warm sun shines across our table,
and the true brown color of your eyes look so beautiful.
I pretend that the noise level is too loud,
as I lean in for conversation to be close to
your mocha latte fragrant smile.
I ask to see your rings
just to touch your hands,
and I tell you, ‘I like them’
but what I really want to say is,
‘I like you’
and I really enjoy your company,
at the coffee house.
Another poem to read: The Date
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