Breakfast in August

Wrapped up in blankets against the cold morning air,
Curled up snugly in wicker seats

Frosty breaths of conversation,
Expelled a mist above our breakfast of waffles and hot cocoa

Our blushes were hidden behind pale white hands,
Whilst shy smiles wrote our story

We exhaled secrets into the day,
And inhaled nervous expectation

A foreign land awoke around us,
Whilst our voices spread wings to depart

It was that August morning amid the pastel sunrise,
That I fell in love with you...