Love of My Life

Coffee is black

Sugar is white

Cream is flavored

The cup and handle

Brew it fresh

Brew it cold

Coffee is perfect

No matter the temp

No matter the taste

The love of my life

Fresh everyday

Without it, I'd die

For sure, no doubt

This poem is about: 
Me

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