Ahhh! Hot coffee, warm and true,
the most welcoming of the morning brews.
No sugar for me, only lots of cream,
pale as my skin, that’s where I begin.
I need thee for your restorative powers,
I need thee for the caffeine in you.
I need thee for that inner warmth.
My idea starter, my inner writer.
Oh coffee, you don’t know what you do,
to someone who is in love with you.
How I long for you when you’re not there,
and into my empty cup do stare.
Some argue your brother decafs’ the kind,
that’s healthier, and better to grind.
I can’t agree, it is not thee;
I can’t agree, but I also love tea.