That Sweet Summer Morning

Sight or sound,

Scent or touch -

The taste of fresh coffee,

can remind me so much -

of that sweet summer morning at the corner cafe,

You greeted me warmly and insisted to pay.

We sat down together, overlooking the town,

Where I had lived my whole life,

But appeared different somehow.    

The sky glistened clearly and the people who passed,

were patient and smiling, not rushing so fast.  

I noticed the flowers, illuminating, in bloom,

I could feel a sensation of peace in the room.

Its almost as if you turned on a light,  

one that went missing and had fled from my sight.

I took a deep breath and I instantly knew,  

that the soul I was seeking belonged to you.                                                                                                                                          

My missing puzzle piece, an enigma uncovered.                                                                                                                                     

Forever my friend, Forever my lover.