A Coffee Shop

She has hair like ebony, dark as ink

With dark eyes but fair skin, she’s beautiful

A lovely aura, noticed in a blink

It’s true she’s far from the usual

My father knew he loved her at first glance

So he asked her out to coffee one day

But he thought he would never have a chance

Left at a coffee shop, his heart was clay

Not thinking she would show, his coffee cold

One day, she came with a dress white as snow

He sure was lucky, or so he is told

That was the story as for as we know

And to this day they still tell the story

With all that it is and all it’s glory.