Crusty eyes and shaggy hair,
A pristine beige mug waits to be filled.
Steaming hot brown liquid drips,
The sweet aroma of coffee fills the room.
Your eyes reflect the same brown that my cup holds,
Your teeth glisten whiter than the sugar that my spoon pours,
Your lips sweeter than the drink I put to my mouth.
Waking up next to you is a dream come true,
You are my folgers in the morning.