Where Coffee Meets Love

I woke up before the sun and walked to the kitchen counter wearing my baggy t-shirt and shorts. As I brew the hot cup of coffee, I start to think of our love.

As the pure aroma fills the air, all I can think of is your wholesome smile. I sit on the porch and gaze at the waking sun. The steaming hot beverage ventures from my lips like I indulge in your deep brown eyes endlessly.

The bittersweet taste on my lips feels like the soft touch of your arms around me. My morning is filled with the thought of you.

Throughout the years, I have come to realize one thing. My love for you changes everyday like the varying colors and tastes of coffee but it always remains true like its aroma. My heart smiles as I enjoy a cup of freshly brewed love watching over the pink sky.