Night Café

May 22, 2020

At night in that dusty café,

feeling as empty as the night air,

I am reminded of pretty women who risk it all for love.

They say love is blind but I have yet to be blinded by love.

If a time comes that my heart beats for the one I love,

Will I be willing to risk it all for love?

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