True Love of Coffee

I dreamdt with slow tangible thoughts
taking each breath with desire,
the smell, the fragrant hope of passion,
as your eyes look into me,
and as I lovingly surrender to what I feel.

My mind, every simple simple thought,
is perfectly ignored, as I can only focus on you.
The way you make me live, the way you make me feel,
the peace that you give my soul,
and the ache I felt when you are not in my arms.

If I could think clearly, with just a moment of thought,
perhaps I would realize exactly what you mean to me.
One would think that I may see flaws,
or that I am not good enough for you,
and that for some reason, we will never know.

Yet every time I try, I lose myself in romantic appreciation
wondering if roses or chocolates would be more appropriate,
or if I will comically accept that I’ll probably do both.
I think without thinking- with you it comes so naturally,
to be someone good enough that deserves someone so amazing.

In this dream, my eyes tell me I’m not sleeping.
I pinch myself and am happy to feel it, and yet,
I do not know how my life became a dream.
What is in my life, what is so perfect I must be dreaming?
and my only answer, is you.

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