I hate coffee, but I guess it'll do
because I really love spending time with you.

We meet at three
in a cafe down the street.

Grab a booth by the window
to watch the falling white snow.

Hours pass and we're still talking
don't want to leave so we keep stalling.

"Just one more drink..."
you say with a wink.

And there we go again
laughing at stories about your old friends.

This moment is perfect
every second worth it.

We make plans to see each other next week
you're so determined to teach me how to ski.

I'm terrified of heights
but if you're there it might be alright.