Whispers in the Steam- Her Coffee, My Love-Struck Words

In the quiet Seclusions of a coffee shop’s embrace,
Whispers in the steam, where love finds its space.
She loves with a heart that bears an enigmatic weight,
A soul adrift, yet anchored by a distant fate.

In quiet a bit rhythm of a cappuccino’s savor ,
I see the worry in her eyes, shadows cast Over.
A heart torn between belonging and the will to be free,
Yet she waits for my words, finds lenity in me.

She’s a captive of circumstance, tied to another’s vow,
Yet in her gaze, I see the longing, the question of how.
A connection transcending miles, defying the state,
A love clandestine, but an undeniable fate.

She waits for my calls, in the silence, she hears,
A symphony of reassurance, a melody of fears.
Not bound by her family, she seeks comfort in our ties,
Yet I, in my detachment, wrestle with goodbyes.

In my own state, she ventures to meet,
A cappuccino moment, a rendezvous sweet.
I see her across the table, a hesitant smize,
A conversation brewing, a poignant trial.

In the swishes of coffee, emotions unfold,
A story untold, of love, warmth, and cold.
I worry for her, for the avenues she walks alone,
Yet, in her comfort with me, seeds of resilience sown.

A half cappuccino shared, a gesture abstruse,
In the midst of uncertainties, a love is realize.
But I, in my detachment, feel the weight of the air,
As the aromatic coffee echoes a bittersweet affair.

She deserves the sunsets and dawns anew,
A life unburdened, a love pure and true.
In every sip, in every word, a valuable message I send,
For her happiness matters, even if my heart must mend.

In the quiet corners of a coffee shop’s embrace,
Whispers in the steam, carry love and grace.
A cappuccino memory, etched in the heart’s core,
A bittersweet chapter, an ode to something more.