I saw you in that restaurant

And I forgot to breath.

You sat among your friends.

I watched you sip your tea.

I knew all your secrets

Before you ever said a word to me.

I knew that I'd undress you in your little room

How soft your kiss would be.

Burnt croissants and coffee,

Breakfast in bed.

Rain drummed on the windows.

We wondered where this led.

You asked me if I did this often

In spite of what I said.

I didn't say I love you

Except a thousand times in my head.

Winter's soft in Paris.

We walked on rainy streets.

Ended up in St. Germain,

Stopped for a bite to eat.

I looked across the table

And noticed something that I'd missed before.

You were almost beautiful.

Rain dripped from your hair to the floor.

You're almost beautiful.

So Beautiful.