The Vanilla Coffee
My mother's love, vanilla's sweet delight,
Bestowed upon me a name so bright
But then I met my love, a coffee devotee,
He added to my name, a twist so fancy.
Vanilla, I was, in my mother's embrace,
A name of love, of tenderness and grace,
But with my husband's love, so true,
I became something different, something new.
Now I am Vanilla Coffee, my name combined,
A blend of flavors, in love we're entwined,
But how I taste, I truly cannot say,
For love's a flavor that can't fade away.
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2023
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