a romantic poem about drinking coffee in a small cafe with your lover ,
White snow begins to settle round the coffee shop as we sip our cafe
the Christmas lights twinkle in the evening as a cadence of beauty
falls in amber shades aglow, kissing quadrant windows perfect view
bright shiny mirrors in our eyes, we are staring into each others souls...
Wreaths of green with silver baubles frame the wooden entrance door
street lamps are smiling at the halos of our shadowy coupling silhouettes
The aromatic scent of coffee bean and vanilla essence reaches our nose
sweetly wrapping us in festive shawls our mood rejoices, oh love, oh love,
Dance with me to the end of this dream for I believe your are my music
hold my hands across this sturdy table, let me feel your bodily warmth
Peppermint kisses and wooly eyes that see only the gaze of each other
as the snow falls gently twirling all around us at the cafe, we talk softly
Delightfully romantic and dreamlike. Most enjoyable. You have created/recreated the ambience very effectively. Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Mystic Rose,
What a romantic place for a romantic interlude! It is really wonderful in this time of stress that you are able to find such a place with your love to share with us and make us feel good this time of year.
You made me remember the Friday night when fellow faculty members and I traveled to a little bar on the river between two lakes that was lit up for Christmas and covered nicely with about a foot of snow. There were snowmobiles and cars pulled up with revelers. Inside was warm and cozy with great views out large windows. The hamburgers were delicious and the pool games competitive. A great memory…
But then there was the Old Rittenhouse Inn on our honeymoon four days after Christmas where I asked at the door, "Do you have a room in the Inn?" They did.
You set the mood well Vienna, with seasonal imagery and sentiment. The snowman knowing the two of you gives the whole piece a mystical air. Enjoyed. Holiday blessings. rlc
This is the long-awaited 4th book of The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, a future world without people. Think Planet of the Ants, not Planet of the Apes, for young adults and adults.
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Regis.
You made me remember the Friday night when fellow faculty members and I traveled to a little bar on the river between two lakes that was lit up for Christmas and covered nicely with about a foot of snow. There were snowmobiles and cars pulled up with revelers. Inside was warm and cozy with great views out large windows. The hamburgers were delicious and the pool games competitive. A great memory…
But then there was the Old Rittenhouse Inn on our honeymoon four days after Christmas where I asked at the door, "Do you have a room in the Inn?" They did.
https://www.rittenhouseinn.com
Ron