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How I love each time
Waking up every morning
The scent of coffee fills the air
I am reminded of the days
We’d drink a cup together
I’d put my hand on my cheek
With my elbow on the table
While my other hand wrapped itself
Around a cup of warm coffee
And I am gazing ever so gently at you
While my lips curved into a sweet smile
When you’d talk and talk
Even if I don’t seem to know
What you said
I am still listening
But I am so wrapped up
In your radiant smile
Your beautiful personality
Your sweet voice
Your gentle warmth
And I am reminded
How I love coffee
And you.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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