It was just a little café,
On the corner by the bar...
Where I went to start each day,
After love had broken my heart...
I'd sit there by the window,
All alone and watch the rain...
Dance like 'star-crossed lovers',
and then die upon the pane...
I'd sit there stirring my Mocha Latte,
Just wishing to hear his breath...
Yes, I'd sit there in that café-
As I had each day since he left...
For it wasn't just his tenderness-
Or his deep brown laughing eyes
Nor was he just a lover-
Who hung the stars in my sky...
He was like my Mocha Latte,
An addiction- bittersweet
And oh, his love filled me with passion-
A passion I'd come to need...
But now since I dont have his love,
To get me through each day...
I'll just sit here by this window,
And stir my mocha latté... |