My friend Gabriel Mogomotsi Rasenyai and I were playing around with words and came up with this... <br /> <br />Quaint: Café blue, jazz sounds, coffee and laughter <br />A magnetic chemistry that is yet sweet in its lack of innocence <br />You are a love story waiting to happen <br /> <br />Tawa: A love story that will be told for years to the generations of the sweet chemistry <br />In more cafes than imaginable <br />With jazz sounds in the background <br />Children of the soil will make the places their playground <br />Words bouncing and sliding from their coffee stained tongues <br />Telling the love story that waited to happen <br /> <br />Quaint: There is nothing here to be done except appreciate your beauty in trembling salute <br />Fate has smiled on us and shone bright the light of tomorrow in our hopeful eyes <br />That now interlock as we trade thoughts and spirit <br />And sure as anything tangible we both can feel it <br />So meet me on the moon young love and bring your laughter along <br />Our eternity just begun <br />And if you will care for it may I ever have this dance <br />With you? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Tawa: The dance you may have sir <br />If you will only promise we will keep dancing long after the music has stopped <br />And many moons have given way to a million and more sunrises <br />Like the captivating African sunsets that leave the land stained red <br />So will be our meeting <br />Captivating, staining the mood red, the color of love <br />As thoughts and spirit are not only traded but become one <br />Oh fate what a wonder you are <br />The beginning of a love story that waited to happen.<br /><br />tawanda omphile plaatjie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cafe-blue/
