Coffee
Coffee
By Samantha McCune
I am in love with Sami and she with me,
My name is Coffee.
We meet in the early mornings and sometimes in the afternoon,
Without me, I’m afraid she’d act like a complete loon.
Our devotion for each other began in college
Heavy textbooks, extensive lectures, stacks of knowledge
As she embarked on the new and exciting journey of teaching as her profession,
Her love for me grew like a relentless obsession.
When her lovely little boy Jacob was born,
I asked myself, “Could this love be torn?”
“No, no, no” what was I thinking?
This love between us was forever ours for keeping.
I am the number two product sold in this world.
Some like me hot, cold, or swirled and twirled.
Beware, I cautioned her, six cups or more,
You may end up a coffee whore!
You will need my caffeine,
Like a druggie needs his morphine.
So please, do not abuse our love when we meet
I am here for you as your sweet treat to keep!
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