Coffee and cake

He went there every night at eight
She waited by the door every night
The unspoken lovers dance a misfortune of circumstance
A real life nightmare for the inconsolable hearts

He looked for her every single time
She waited for him to make a move
The unspoken lovers song composed by tragedy at morning’s galore
The harshness of love is not meant for the shy soul

They may never melt on a kiss
But they will always have that brief eternal smile
They may never know what is passion like
But they will remain an unspoiled dream for each other
They may never face the countless lies of life together
But they will always have coffee and cake to share once in a while…

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