Coffee Shop Napkin

Heart thumping as I nervously scribble on my Starbucks' napkins:

Darling,

I do hope you fall in love with my prose. For I do believe you are far prettier than any rose.

I swear this is my heart speaking and not just the gin.

I have drunkenly stumbled down the street into this coffee shop. Only intending to sober up before my next stop.

But while ordering my coffee.

Bewitchingly I froze.

Perhaps it is meant to be punishment for last night's irresistible sin.

Of running away from a lover's quarrel I just can't win.

But who's to say it isn't also a sign of another I'm meant to move on this time?

With that line being said I hope you have well read.

And accept this gift burning a hole in my pocket.

What was meant to be a make up locket.