It started as a pending coffee

With a potential someone special.


Now there are more literal dates

To my consumption of coffee.


And if love is a plight

I fully expect to die.


To me you are the sun

Waking from slumber.


You are a blanket

I can curl under.


The color of your soul is

The burnt orange of fall.


Your sweet kiss the

Calm glow of firelight.


Not quite an addiction

But you are the coffee I drink.


Not quite a weakness

But you are the flowers I see.


You are my teddy bear,

My cohort.


In a one word description

I would choose comfort.



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