Coffee House Aphrodisiac

It’s Saturday night
At the local coffee house
And a respectable crowd
Has gathered
To enjoy the food,
The drink and the music.
The ambience is perfect,
And the lights are low.
The two guitarists
Are strumming
Their guitars
And singing ballads
Of love and longing
In words I do not know,
But in a language
That is clearly universal.
The mood to set
For a night of romance.
I watch young couples
Caught up in the music,
Swaying to the beat
And singing along
With words they must know
By heart.
I am mesmerized
By the beauty
And the intrigue
As they soak up
The passion
And gaze
Into each others eyes
With the promise
Of the night,
And I know
That is what
It would be like
For the two of us
If you were here.