#180 Glimpse Of Her...

Through cold winds

and dipping temperatures,

foggy evenings

and lazy pavement strolls

we entered a warm candescent café,

and while I gazed at her

almost curly hairs,

thin eyebrows on a broad forehead,

eyes that are always playing hide and seek

under those rubbed eyelashes,

I whispered to my soul

that it would be alright to spare some time

from work, and

catch a glimpse of her everyday...