Romance Drink Poems

How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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Stirring my hot or cold tea, 
with fresh honey from a bee. 
I must not get stung, 
or this sweet drink will hurt my tongue....

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Coffee beans, a world in a grain,
Roasted and ground, a caffeinated refrain.
Born in the tropics, where the sun meets the shade,
A journey unfolds from bush...

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in this mug sweet roses dance

ballet brew of excellence

petals entwine

sips that define

a tasteful Rosehip romance.
...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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The pink sand makes my soft bed,  
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.  
The palm trees are swaying,  
swaying to...

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	candle
	mantle

	red wine
	divine

	deserves
	hors d'oeuvres

	mellow
	cello

	firelight
	love site...

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This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief...

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No one values anyone else here
 There isn't choice only is head kisses with wall

With all this love and affection, we could not and could...

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a china tea cup 
pretty pink roses painted 
sits waiting for me 



tea with cream~sugar 
rose scented to match the cup 
warm and delicious...

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Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre 
He...

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My father drank
trying to convince himself
that he can drown 
his shame and sorrow
.... in Rum.
Most people would say:
 "Sorrow can swim."
 That's a cliche
The sorrow...

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