The flavours of love

In a quaint café, where the aroma dances,

Two souls met amidst serendipitous chances.

Coffee, a dark elixir, rich and bold,

Biscuit, a delicate delight, a treasure to behold.

Oh, Coffee, you awaken my senses, it's true,

warmth, your embrace, forever I'll pursue.

With every sip, you electrify my core,

A symphony of flavors, my heart you adore.

And Biscuit, your sweetness, a gentle caress,

A tender companion, in times of distress.

Your crumbly essence, like whispers in the breeze,

Completes my cravings, putting my soul at ease.

With every morning rendezvous, Coffee, my dear,

You fill me with ardor, banishing all fear.

Your allure, a journey, I long to embark,

Together, let's create love, a masterpiece of the dark.

Biscuit, my love, let our flavors entwine,

A union so divine, a love so sublime.

With each nibble, a story unfolds

A tale of passion, with memories untold.

But now, dear Coffee, I must reveal,

A truth that's concealed, for your heart to feel.

Behind the scenes, a secret I hold,

A disguise I've worn, a tale yet untold.

For, in reality, I'm not Coffee, you see,

Nor am I Biscuit, your heart's true key.

I'm but a humble poet, with words to create,

The embodiment of love, in prose and debate.

So let this poem be a token of affection,

A confession of my poetic predilection.

For it is not Coffee or Biscuit that intertwine,

But the power of words, crafting love so fine.

In this world of metaphors and lyrical rhyme,

Let's embrace this union, till the end of time.

For love knows no boundaries, nor any disguise,

Just the magic of language, connecting our eyes.