'Cause you throw your head back laughing

Maybe a stranger, in a secluded corner of a Cafe,
On a Wednesday
Witnessed such new and blooming love.
And his heart warmed at the magical moment.
For his had grown cold years ago,
And his daily routine of Cafe sitting, Solitaire,
People watching,
Finally paid off in spades.
Love is alive!
And he can testify to that,
He drinks his coffee black, but for some reason, when the waitress filled him up,
He added two sugars and cream.
Love blooming in a Cafe, and it's not even Spring.

-Montana. 😎