True Love of Coffee

As a person, I don’t mind myself often.

In silence my heart defines.
Creating words of recollection
Almost meaningless, that no one knows.

I have meaning. My life is not without purpose.

Beauty. It pauses your breathing.
It stops your heart.
Makes you feel more than you can.

I cannot deny how I feel.

More than you want to.
I thought I would die.
For a moment of living.

How can I see, in a darkness that blinds me so?

Without a name, I didn’t exist.
I could only believe in being her satellite.
Could I defy the situation’s gravity?

I lay in bed at night, dreaming of stars.

Kindred spirits beckoning my soul.
I always reached for the one blazing so brightly.
as if no other could live in heaven.

My admittance cast me out, threw me down.

I drifted too far. Fell too long.
But I know beautiful forever, the peaceful abode.
In the paradise of twinkling light.

Reaching. Always trying to believe.

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