Monday 24 November 2008

Coffee

The familiar aroma of the sun-kissed bean
Of blue-eyed dreams under November skies
A frothy mouth so passionately speaks
Of epic Greek fables and the distant sun
Fragile fingers fondle the Holy Grail
A hair strand fails to distract her heart
At the innermost core of it I lie
And in her magic eyes love comes alive
Gullible men such as I don't see
It was never us
Always that goddamn Coffee

2 comments:

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    P.S. - I waited long and hard *damn* but no one commented. I've had to resort to testing this lil' HTML miracle myself.

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  2. :) Just read this, made me smile

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