True Love of Coffee

I swear this was a dream,
When I was a child, not more than ten
The sky was bright, the air was warm
I was alone in a park
Full of amazing flowers and a crystal stream
My feet were wandering, taking little steps
As I was distracted by everything I laid eyes on
I didn’t care what I was doing or even realize what I was doing
But I was happy, brilliantly moving along one second at a time
Each blade of grass carefully watched, every breath meaningful
My whole world was there, as if the truth of life was leading me along
The direction wasn’t set, nor did I ever bother to look where I was going
Yet my heart embraced itself, holding me like my best friend’s hand
and I realized how complete this dream was
when I found you standing beside me

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