Sitting alone at a charming cafe
A woman waits expectantly, patiently
In comes a man after a long workday
Looking haggardly handsome
Wanting to be alone, carrying an old tome
Inquiring on a private table graciously
The woman watches with wonder
As this handsome, charming, desirable man
With elongated, elegant, easy strides, this visual stunner
With grace, elegance and few cares except his plan
Solitude from the cares of life. Sits.
Rested. Relaxed. Rejuvenated. Reinvigorated with life.
As he has a drink of a soda spritz with lime and his old tome open
But the woman, enraptured, ensnared, enthralled, engrossed, enamored
Can’t take her eyes off of this man, this stranger who is now scoped in
A man who she barely knew five minutes before
She notices his dark hair, stylish yet unkempt
As if he ran his hand through it constantly under stress
His eyes; deep, dark brown and soulful, with long eyelashes
The type of eyes that were enough to send a woman’s heart a-flutter
And her knees melt like butter
As he reads, she notices his face needed to be shaved; no blade slashes
But for her, that added to his intrigue, his mystery
She saw the square jaw, the longer nose and the glance of his eyes
The picture was comprehensive, complete and created great misery
Women would be onto this handsome hunk in a heartbeat;
This man with the soulful eyes and her attraction was no longer discreet.
She never noticed her meal brought before her, she was so enraptured!
Her heart, her mind, her soul captured
By a man, she never spoke one word, glanced one glance, even breathed upon…
Was this love? Lust? Luck? A random act of chance?
As she began to eat her cooling meal, fate had a different path
The crowd began to swell inside the cafe as patrons with dates proceeded on
To the horror of the woman watching her “life’s dream” before her
She saw that dream destroyed, demolished and decimated in front of her
When another tall handsome man approached the table of her handsome prince
He closed his old tome and rose, smiled with a radiance like the sun
Then, hands held out, a loving kiss and an embrace….and now, the image of “her” prince
Shattered, smashed, shaken and shredded.
This man was his lover…and it seemed everyone there knew...
But for her, the dream was done; feeling lightheaded
With the speed of a cheetah after its prey
The woman paid her bill, headed towards the dreaded exit
Humiliated and ashamed; more than anxious to leave that quaint cafe.
Oh, but that face, that beautiful face; the eyes soulful and probing
A mouth she’d been longing to kiss; one that would leave her floating
Hair she wanted to tussle with her own fingers to soothe
She had heard his voice and the image matched; nice, smooth
But now, it was an illusion, a facade
And back into reality she had to succumb