Tell me what is it about poetry and coffee in the cold early mornings that make your heart skip a beat?

Is it the fleeting thought that romance will never be as tender... As perfect as it is written from an outside perspective ?

Is it the way you wish those words would flow off his perfect lips into your perfect ears?

Tell me what is it about poetry and ******* that makes my head spin in circles so quickly... So chaotic?

Is it the way the letters dance across the paper and the color of the sky bring you to tears?

Is it the way you wish he would just stop and settle down for a minute so you could comprehend what he is saying!?

What is it about poetry and coffee that makes you so weak?