~coffee syrup kisses~

take me back to 

ice cream cones 

in bistro chairs 

where our 

happily ever after 

began its love affair 

where a northern wind 

in its subtle state

whisked away fears

drying silent tears

that day when  

nothing or no one 

could quite capture 

our very visible rapture 

as coffee syrup kisses grew wings 

climbing to meet the raven 

our solitude, our haven 

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