My Dearest Coffee,

            I so do enjoy our mornings together,

            and our afternoons…

            and our evenings…

            Maybe we spend too much time

            with each other, darling.

            I believe I may be growing

            dependent on you and your

            immaculate rich flavor.

            I fear I may be using you

            for your caffeine so I can last

            through each endless day.

            Coffee, I think you may be

            the only one I am capable of loving.

            This affair of ours has lasted years,

            and still I never tire of your bitter

            kisses. Never change, dearest.

            I am addicted to the feeling

            you give me, quite literally.

            Even when you give me jitters

            and a crazy high, I love you.

            I do regret that I continually

            force cream and sugar into you.

            I swear I’m trying to change.

            The process is slow, but some day

            I will drink you as you naturally are,

            and I will love it, and I will love you

            even more than I already do.

 

Yours until the end of time,

Annie