The sun does not just shoot up to the sky
But wakes us slowly as it rises up
And so it is, my friend, with you and I
You bring more joy with each sip from the cup
It starts before you even pass my lips
Your perfume fills the air up as you brew
An aromatic Siren’s Song that drips
And lures me ‘cross the room again to you.
Its true, at first you’re bitter (that’s the norm)
But just a touch of sugar, and you’re nice
The perfect liquid way to keep me warm
And even in the summer, over ice.
I do not think that I, by any means
Could halt this love affair with magic beans