Finishing carrot cake, spraying cream with grace,
Kettle whistling, steam flying in a heated race.
Tea leaves racing, shades of orange downstream,
Perfect she sits, watching your morning dream.
Depth of her eyes, a theme of pureness,
Flawless moment, or so it seems.
A second later, a dream, feelings extreme,
Beneath the ceiling, a silent scream.

She's gone, it's the end,
Lover back to a friend.
Fooling the mind to sleep, hoping for an extent,
Not possible, you lost your queen, the silent lament.
Show over, red curtains on the screen,
Again, what time is this, the fifteenth?
It hurts, giving up sleep, caffeine's sheen,
Not a machine, but it's always her, in your bloodstream.

Learned from dreams, boat or mountain ravine,
Places don't matter, her presence, the perfect scene.