Coffee Talk

A collaboration by Goodest and  Grace  
 
The cold night
The gushy wind
The starlight
Shining silver high in the sky
What do they remind you of;
The warmth of lover's embrace
Or the dark loneliness
On a loveless night
 
Time and time again, I stop and tell myself
And watch as natural Beauty confiscates my breath
And utterly speechless I am left
As I am truly a fan of this type of theft
But is it all just a dream
At times, that is how it seems
Will my Love ever be redeemed
Forever cold without the presence of my queen
 
Whispers of needs, of desires
Regards sent through blowing winds
Sent like caresses of loving fingers
With gossamer kisses and moonlit smiles
Across the realm of dreams
Queens are made by loving Kings
But, Goodest dear, friends
Are made with loyal minds
 
God's Beautiful Grace
Lives in you at every trace
At every corner, at every turn
Inspiration from you is all i learn
No magic tricks, no enchantments, no spells
As a queen of Beauty, how can you fail
Because I felt the touch of perfection within your pen
That is why I'm so happy to call you my friend