Chances are, that even if I wear a smile, or to the once of never,
I sit here now, and look at what I thought might only be in a dream,
But I heard it first, the words of her voice, though different it was.

I wouldn’t even know how, but just to say hello in her language,
Or could it be easier to say, I love you, in only one of her syllables.
If I drink my coffee at the same time as she, would she notice me.

Her voice so beautiful, even if she had used it as sign language,
It would probably be as nice, had I asked her what time it was,
And then count the seconds that it would stay in my memory.

But then again, even when I leave this place, it’s just a time here,
Other times, it’s just a pit stop if I’m in a rush, still it is nice,
Also the things that are new, to catch my eye, maybe my heart too.