Analysis of Mystic Café

The sky was pouring passion drops
And the town was getting wet;
We took the road that went through woods
Till our way back home we forget.

Stopped by a café, a mystic
one, we were sitting side by side –
We sipped our cups and our eyes met,
We are out on a joyous ride.

And it was then when our cups changed –
I sipped your drink and you sipped mine,
I saw molten pearls in your eyes
And you caressed pains in my whine.

The mystic café and the trees
With the sky pouring drops sublime -
The cups got empty, moments froze
On wall the clock stopped ticking time.