a woman sat in a cafe,
a nervous woman sat with a cup of coffee,
sat with her nervous disposition with a slice of cake,
amidst the fray,
sat amidst the hustle and the bustle as the waiters and waitresses race back and forth,
and as she watches others conversations,
she lifts her cup and spills her tea into her saucer.
And she is beautiful,
beautiful with her golden hair,
and delicate in her sensitive way,
and as she sits taking time out and time slowly slips away,
she smiles timidly at a couple in love,
and shyly looks away,
a gentle soul,
with her frailty openly on display.