In a cafe in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, that dark and day.
my table she wandered, from out of driving rain, through the wrinkles and tear marks, I saw a filled with pain.
I just sat there a saddened heart, with a case of the blues, for she an old raggedy raincoat, and a of wornout shoes.
As I up to her gently, and just stood at her side, I at that beautiful face, the tears that she had cried.
I her to my table, and took her off to dry, I could tell her was filled with sorrow, though I want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not take my wrong, I thought of worn out clothes again, and how she have gotten along.
she placed her hand in mine, and it ever so tight, I knew things would be ok, that everything be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she wanted to eat, but she just sat quietly, in her seat.
I my arm around her, to try and her warm, I was she had wandered in, away that dreadful storm.
as tears streamed down her face, her brown eyes up at me, and at that I realized, our was meant to be.
She me the love of her life had died, two ago this day, I held her to me, searching for the right to say.
I told her a story, two people in love, the took one of them, now she speaks to heart from above.
As flowed down my cheek, she placed her against mine, asked if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I think of that day so ago, I get on my knees and pray, I thank the Lord for bringing two together, in little ol' cafe.