Apr 2015
A teaspoon
of coffee,
a dash
of
sugar,
and a heap of
my favorite cream.
-
But even this
tastes bland
without
a glimpse of your smile,
the sound of your voice,
and
the warmth of your love.
In this,
I am satisfied enough.
of coffee,
a dash
of
sugar,
and a heap of
my favorite cream.
-
But even this
tastes bland
without
a glimpse of your smile,
the sound of your voice,
and
the warmth of your love.
In this,
I am satisfied enough.
Contrary to the poem, my blend of coffee varies with my mood - and right now I feel like drinking bitter hate.
