My Morning Coffee

My coffee is real, Not the imitation, A touch of sugar, For the inspiration, Add a splash of milk, Or maybe just some cream, Its ones preference, But it isn't the same to me, Hot boiling water, Mixed with the tiny grounds to be, Added with the rest of the ingredients to be, The smell that arose this morning, A smell of fresh petals from my roses, That are freshly blooming, The hot soothing taste, Of the beverage to be, My coffee I always say, Is what is best for me....