Do we ever really look around us, cause
love might be standing right in front of us.

He speaks and my heart flutters like a caged bird,
My ears always strain to catch his every word.
No, he's not talking to me, but a male companion at his side,
I want to kiss his sweet lips, but my feelings I must hide.
Each day I serve him coffee, always making sure our hands touch,
I know that it doesn't phase him, but to me it means so much!
I dream that any day now, he will look over his coffee cup and notice me,
He'll see not a waitress, but his soulmate, his fantasy.
I collect his discarded cup and place my lips where his had been,
My behavior shocks my co-workers, but I have committed no sin.
They tell me to grow-up, being with him is not my destiny,
Tomorrow, I will prove them wrong and ask him," Coffee or Me?"