At my cappuccino with you
You stand quietly by the espresso bar,
As I place my cup near yours,
And we embrace in the crowd.
Holding my cup close to yours,
How I always fall into your arms,
At my cappuccino with you.
You stand quietly by the espresso bar,
As I place my cup near yours,
And we embrace in the crowd.
Holding my cup close to yours,
How I always fall into your arms,
At my cappuccino with you.
Pardon our appearance as we enter the theatre district. Nothing rivals what we are currently witnessing; this city is made of this district. So, dressed up in Barbour, we are ready to embrace this day as king and queen.
I’ve been looking at this picture of us from 2019, that I almost believe it was taken today. Remembering how we stood together for a selfie, I can still feel the rush of running into your embrace.