Fated Red

Falling in love at first sight one early morning

In a misty morning day

With the scent of coffee and early dew

The anticipation in the air grew

When clouds parted at your gaze

Your hair, strands of fated red

Skin kissed by freckled spice

A taste, enough to entice

The beating of my heart for your stead

The shape of your lips, a key

A rusted lock, now broken

Long before a word is spoken

Exposing and unfolding me.

The heat of my cheeks ignite

The music of your greeting is warming

As a retired connoisseur of misty mornings

I've come to find delight in sunlight

Author's Note

Don't know, coffee has a romantic feeling to it. I imagined this scene occurring in a little downtown cafe.