True Love of Coffee

I have never known, anyone.
More beautiful, than you.
Hearing the sound of summer
escape your lips, heavy breathing.
Now I have dreamed,
feverishly throwing my desire,
into a moment that can never be trivial.
Yet the passion gone,
lost in a moment of serenity
with only your eyes watching,
Do I understand myself, of you and I,
as my heart becomes steady and strong.
I am not lost, merely carefree in my adoration
pondering the rhythym of your life
next to mine.

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