True Love of Coffee

True love,
How does the Dread Pirate know of love?
Inigo wields a sword, as a master
Vizzini tunes his wit, like a fine instrument
But you, even in the shadow of night
Hold yourself stronger than I do
and I, as know, could have killed you with a rock

Dear Fezzik,
You may not know it, but your stature is dwarfed
By the heart inside of you that cherishes your friends
You stop and hesitate, to give a man his chance
When others would take merely take another’s life
You my friend, are simply stronger in ways you cannot see

I too, am stronger in ways that cannot be seen
My lips have tasted the sweet fragrance of life
And regardless of how many times I swing a sword
I am left alone, in search of my love
My arm only reaches for more, as my life needs more
It needs to find the half that completes me, and gives me reason to breathe

No my giant friend
I do not know of love, I merely dream of it
As if I was drowning in the sea of pirates I became
When my lungs gasped for air, fighting for one more chance
And believing in someone that could be stronger than I
My friend, that love has always been the reason why

When I see her again
My body limp and frail, unable to stand
I will raise up to defend her,
To stand by her side, to hold my love near
And to realize my dreaming has led me
to hold the one person who defines true love

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