True Love of Coffee

I once knew someone; a soul who perfectly illuminated my life.
They were not figment or illusion, but tangible and real.
A perfect spirit who made me feel, too much sometimes, so deeply.

For some time I could not remember, how I could believe, in something…
the kind of thing you cannot see, yet seemingly sets you free.
Yet I find myself asking, trying to find meaning in what I need.

So I ask, finding myself feeding upon the memory of truth I knew,
What does this subtle hint of dreaming bring to my life for you?
I ask, not as if I can remember, but only to dare be honest once more.

These are not things we are meant to know, or care to discover.
They are the honesty in our heart, the moment of serenity we cherish.
A moment in time, that holds us to care, once more.

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