Morning light spills through the blinds,
soft and slow — the world unwinds.
Steam curls up, a gentle hue,
and all I see is coffee… and you.
Your laughter swirls like sugar stirred,
the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
In every sip, your warmth breaks through —
the day begins with coffee… and you.
We don’t need grand, poetic scenes,
just quiet talks and simple dreams.
No fancy love, no sky so blue —
just this moment, coffee… and you.
When years drift by and time feels new,
I’ll still crave mornings built for two.
Because heaven tastes like something true —
a cup of coffee… and loving you.
soft and slow — the world unwinds.
Steam curls up, a gentle hue,
and all I see is coffee… and you.
Your laughter swirls like sugar stirred,
the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
In every sip, your warmth breaks through —
the day begins with coffee… and you.
We don’t need grand, poetic scenes,
just quiet talks and simple dreams.
No fancy love, no sky so blue —
just this moment, coffee… and you.
When years drift by and time feels new,
I’ll still crave mornings built for two.
Because heaven tastes like something true —
a cup of coffee… and loving you.
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