True Love of Coffee

Nothing could simply be more forgiving than the damning feelings of quickly feeling that subtle want of loving taste.

Life pulsing slowly, saying soothing words that are simply nothing more than whispering memories of fading desire.

Dream now my love as I never say these words to your ear as I am but a silent glimmer in this wanting figment.

Here is my loss, of giving my wanting love to dreams I can never have while restlessly trying to believe.

Forgive me now as shallow words of soothing living are heartfelt pains of never knowing.

I am gone before your arms can touch these dreams of forgotten memories.

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