Waiting for me to make a move
like waiting for cold coffee to get hot.

Drop by drop. One follows another.
Continual ripples. Meeting only at the circular bound.
Don't tell me that you detest it. How can you detest something so beautiful?
A source of your own individuality. Deepening your thoughts,
widening your perception. Showing you light in your darkest hours.

It takes away the colour. Letting it stream down the road.
Gathered in one single puddle, is a person's lonely thoughts.
And I feel for the man. He who was not listened.
I feel for the man. He who felt comfort streaming down his face.
Exposing him to reality and truth.

I only have love for it, not loathe.

On wet days, I stare at it pouring down in solace.
Why is it ignored? Why does he keep on walking?
So I reach out my hand, I welcome and embrace it.
I try to show comfort, for it is what it does to me.

Every time it rains and I'm walking I
Step into a puddle, leaving my socks wet.
Every time this happens, I don't mind. I don't
Regret it, despite my feet being cold.
Even though it's not the greatest feeling, I'm
Happy to have stepped in this puddle. And
This time, my feet may never get dry.

How does it feel to put
Puzzles in my head? Lovely
Everyday, I see you walking;
Taking me away by that
Suspicious smile on your beautiful face.

Every time I step into a café
I look around, checking if a particular someone
is already there – sitting alone, with a book, lying on the table
But she’s never there. Not yesterday. Not today.

When I see her, I just wonder
How’s she doin’ – always seems to be fine
Always carrying that beautiful smile –
That’s when I start to blunder

Because I start to think, more than I should
Thinking that she’s my soul mate, she’s my lobster
that she’s the one I must be with. And I actually believe it.
I will be with her for good.

Now she’s in front of me, I can smell her perfume
but cannot grasp her hand. She does not look –
I don’t know if she knows what I know
that one day she’ll be the bride, and I the groom

And I’m thinking – ‘this is my chance -
I’m not gonna blow it’. The words are at the tip
of my tongue but can’t be uttered. I start to
think of all the nights we’ll spend in romance

She’s gone. I don’t see her anymore
Possibly she’s dating some other guy
I tell myself, it’s gonna be fine;
it’s just a crush. She’s probably a *****.

I keep trying to get rid of these feeling
that now are no longer stranger to me
for I’ve loved a number of women – but this one
she’s different. I love her for no reason.

I realise I don’t want to move on but
be with her. Can’t give up. That is not something
a dinosaur would do. And I feel happy.
I feel complete. I feel driven, excitement in my gut.

If I do one day get her, I am sure
that I won’t let her go. But hold her
close to me, even on some breaks.
We’ll stay in a love that is pure.

Vowing that I will try and make you happy as much
as you make me, I’ll do anything for you
just to see you smile again
to which I smile again, with every touch.

Sitting alone, in a café, looking at a coffee bean
I remain wondering, if you’d get off a plane for me -
for us. If we’ll ever be.
If you’ll ever realise that you’re my Rachel Green.