It's an old saying that to know
Whether one's love is true
You must first have a sip
Of the coffee they will serve you

The coffee, cozy and warm
The blend should be right
The sweetness not heavy
The creaminess not too light

A cup full of warmth
The perfect cup of joe
A blend to suit only you
There's more to tell you though

The old saying is incomplete
They forgot to mention
They left something out
Something that we should've known

Like coffee, love can be too hot
Singeing and scalding its way
It can also be served cold or chilled
Iced coffee isn't that bad anyway

Though it can be bitter or too sweet
You might be lucky to get the best lineup
The perfect blend of coffee served
But you're not the only one with the same cup

The entire room was swallowed
With the intoxicating scent of coffee
Found on the old wooden table
Is your mug, the same but now empty