True Love of Coffee

I asked the winter sleep, biting my tongue
As sweet drops of spring fell,
and lost themselves to summer’s memory.
I wondered if I could feel passion
the lasting lust of forever
gracing my spirit like winter’s embrace.

If only for one second, not frozen
the question could be answered,
that I would be warm, hopeful.
I would find myself tenderly falling
comforted by my lover’s dreams,
the sweet sound of our hidden desires,
like leaves on the wind.

If to ask but just one question,
That I find peaceful transformation
With perfect faith of knowing,
when my sun would blaze again,
a brilliance breaking the horizon.
I would ask the winter; no beg,
for the warmth of spring’s return.

And like all great seasons,
That I become lost again, waiting,
purposely falling and raising again,
reaching for the stars and the moon,
of my hopes and dreams,
As I witness my revolution,
of being complete.

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