Coffee Shop

I met her with coffee on my shirt,
That she spilled on me,
It was hot,
But not as hot as feelings burning inside,

Her eyes,
Brown as the coffee I order for her,
The teeth in her bright smile,
As white as the milk they pour in it,

We share a table,
And we drink,
And we talk,
And we laugh,

She knows me,
I know her,
Though we have never seen each other before,
She was delivered to me,

First class,
Total package,

And this coffee shop is the post office,

How could the one I just met,
Be the one,

The one,

One coffee with love on top please,

It was not what I ordered,

But damn if I send it back.