I saw you first through the glass door of a street cafe;
Your bright floral dress was hard to overlook.
The cafe was very crowded,
Even that didn’t concern you, you were so drenched in your work at the cafe
You thoroughly so allocated in your reading
That spark you had in your eyes while reading which made me difficult to look somewhere else
I was told,
You carry coldness wherever you are, wherever you go,
And I was about to believe,
And I truly believed so,
I waited for you to see me through the window,
Then when you looked outside,
Into my eyes,
And Suddenly it felt like a Summer has finally arrived.