A secret

A secret is out there,
Waiting to exist,
Beneath the tables of coffee shops,
And next to lonely window sills.

A secret is out there,
Waiting to be formed,
Waiting for people to look for them,
Waiting to be found.

But one day you will find him,
Lurking in the shadows,
With eyes as blue as ocean mist,
And a smile that could take you to the gallows.

You may hesitate to take his hand,
You may think twice before you proceed,
But once you finally keep him as yours,
There will always be more to keep.

So tonight, when you go to sleep,
And they all whisper to you,
Remember you in the coffee shop,
Looking into blue eyes that look back at you.