Now how do I put it into words,
Explaining a feeling I've never felt before,
A little piece of love; making me yearn for more,
A richly deserved taste of it's brewing love,
Inside of my cup; sometimes in a long mug,
The steam tickles my top lip hairs, I stir, and stir,
Sip, sip, careful not to get burned.
That little *** is boiling over the stove,
It whistles proudly; of my warm heart for my love.
Pulling the draw; grabbing a spoon, three teaspoons
of sugar, a full spoon of coffee, and the hot water I pour.
Oh! Looks like it's a bit to bitter, so let's grab the sugar
and add one more.
Warm blanket, warm thoughts, a warm paper,
and pen, then my warm words.
Warmth. Warmth is all I can describe of my
love in words.