Chai Shop At The Corner — Chai Infused Love

Mihar Diaries . . .

In a chai-scented haven, I softly reside,
Awaiting my lover, my heart as my guide.
Every detail around me, like whispers of fate,
In this sacred moment, love’s hour is late.

A cup of chai, its warmth like your touch,
Each sip, a sensation, it means so much.
Our love, like tea leaves, unfurls and unfurls,
In this cozy corner, where love slowly swirls.

The shelves are adorned with tales we could live,
With each book a world, and each page a sieve.
Our love story written in words on the shelf,
The chapters unfolding, in love, we find ourselves.

The chair’s embrace, where our secrets they keep,
The secrets of lovers who on these tables weep.
In the curve of an armrest, the touch of a hand,
In this timeless place, where love makes its stand.

The paintings on walls, they whisper our song,
In colors and brushstrokes, our love shines strong.
Each canvas a mirror, reflecting our grace,
In this world of artistry, we find our place.

Architecture’s grandeur, a backdrop so divine,
Columns and arches, in love, they entwine.
Like our souls woven deeply, forever to last,
In this temple of love, where the past and the future amass.

I gaze out the window, as time takes its flight,
But my heart is anchored, in your love’s sweet light.
In this chai place, where our souls intertwine,
Romance and depth, in every detail, we find.