The coffee brews, slow and bold,
its rich aroma fills the air,
earthy, roasted, deep with stories
of distant lands and morning rituals.
It dances upward, curling in steam,
a whisper of warmth against cool dawn.
Beside it lies a sweet delight,
a cookie, golden, tender, soft,
its sugary scent a gentle contrast
to the strength of the dark brew.
Together, they tease the senses,
one bold, the other sweet,
a pairing made for moments shared.
They rise with the steam,
those flavors, those feelings,
stirring not just taste, but soul,
tugging at threads of memory and desire.
Every sip, every bite,
is a note in a quiet song
only hearts in tune can hear.
And as we sit, fingers curled
around warm ceramic mugs,
we feel it, that slow simmering,
something brown and creamy,
soft and smooth,
not just in the cup,
but between us.
For in this simple morning ritual,
love brews quietly within,
not loud, not rushed,
but deep and sure,
like the coffee,
like the sweetness,
like us.
©®Madhumita
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