Perhaps this is all I need?
A personal touch, oh my own words fail me as we fall into dance.
Of course, it was clean,
My own sweet reds, the only sort you'd see in the pictures.

Look me up when you find the book,
I've heard of happy endings that way.

Sitting by, I found the scent of cafes alluring,
So your train at an hour behind won't bother.
And hopefully I shall still be here when you arrive,
For my hair works with this back drop.

A scent floods past me, light pollution like glitter,
And I'm spinning to the end of your grip on my hand,
Only to twirl back to your body,
I feel your arms around me as we sway and you tilt me backward.
I smell the faint cigarette smoke that curled across the bar,
and taste the same whiskey you always buy.
Your low brow smile,

And the cafe chimes back to my eye.
A coffee cup clicks and a machine does hiss,
Whilst a woman beside me soothes a humming baby
And a man speaks on his mobile of cost.

I'm only here for a little while longer,
And I'm sure you said an hour ago.

Romance swelling, some times i just forget how to express myself.
And I may only dress in one way per day,
One per night.
There is just too much for me to be,
As so, places that I simply must experience.

Please remind me how I fell in love that once,
And so I may attempt another.
It was blues and bitter rolling bass that left me fallen, here.

Dont let the fear take me, and dance with me again?