Ahh! The coffee is deep brown and sweet,
A tempest in a fragile beat.
It burns like passion, fierce and wild,
Unyielding, raw, both dark and mild.
Each sip a storm upon my tongue,
A battle fought, a song unsung.
Like love that churns beneath the calm,
A fire hidden in the balm.
Bitterness grips, then sweetness flows,
A dance where pain and pleasure rose.
You are the spark within the night,
The shadow cast by morning light.
This cup, a mirror of my soul,
Where fragments merge to make me whole.
In every drop, a world I see,
Of longing, loss, and destiny.
So drink with me this fierce embrace,
Where love and coffee both find place.
Dark, deep, and bitter, yet so true,
My endless love, poured out for you.
©®Madhumita
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