I take it strong and black,
not a single kick
does it lack.

This is how I drink it,
nice, rich, and hot,
If I must add something, maybe a touch of clover-honey,
but certainly not a lot!

It's sustains me,
if even for a little while,
it'll keep me up and going,
if just for another mile.

But not enough can stir my blood,
the way that you do my dear,
nothing in the world beats coffee,
except when you come near!

It's rather a shameful fact,
when I look at it and you and back,
when you come near, laughing so happily,
you just don't know what it does to me.

Because of you.
I just might miss my sip of Coffee.

Ouch.