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The drizzling rain outside
Our breath that fogs the windows
Inside this tiny cafe, you and me
Smell of coffee in the air around us
Sprinkled with the spicy smell of cinnamon
And the unique fragrance of you...
Like a freshly plucked flower
Your palms gentle in mine
Time ticks away, the wind takes it afar
Like the rain that blows outside
Your deep, dark eyes with just a hint of gold
Like those lost sunsets of my childhood
The smile that touches the corner of your eyes
The only one thing that gives me warmth
On cold mornings when I wake up
Like the steaming cuppa that I drink daily
A million things to tell you
But in your gaze, I'm lost
In their depths I swim to find myself
In them I rise again, only for you...
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