Coffee, dark and rich,

Brewed to perfection,

A symphony of flavors,

On my tongue a joyous sensation.

A cup of pure delight,

A morning ritual,

A pick-me-up, 

A warm embrace,

A moment of joy,

In a world full of chaos.

Coffee, my love,

A moment of peace,

In a hectic world,

A moment of calm,

In a stormy sea.

Coffee, my friend,

A companion,

In my solitude,

A confidant,

In my troubles,

A source of strength,

In my weakest moments.

Coffee, my addiction,

A guilty pleasure,

A source of comfort,

A source of happiness,

A source of life.

Coffee, my love,

I cannot live without you,

For you are my reason,

My purpose,

My joy.

Coffee, my muse,

I write this ode to you,

For you are the inspiration,

That keeps me going,

That keeps me alive,

That keeps me dreaming.

--- Ghost in the Terminal