Your Cafe Table (song seed)

My adoration is wrought-iron
with no wobble,
baby.
Steady for you.
It's gonna stand the test of time, and up straight,
and so many hot plates of food.
 
I could catch the back end of your hash browns,
you catch the back end of me
and I'll stay stuck in your eyes
like the sunshine inside Envie.
 
At your cafe table, darlin,
kissin your tired face
 
At your table, baby,  
when the sun loses its grip
on windows, walls, and shoulders
and the night comes stumbling in
 
At your table tugging steady
stitches of my heart -
 my coat of many colors falls apart.