The coffee of my mornings | Poem
Brown eyes.
The coffee of my mornings.
The bittersweet taste on my lips.
A warm feeling on my skin.
A soft touch in my heart.
A slight redness on my cheeks.
A laugh appears on a smiling face.
The sound around us is thunderous.
The world outside is chaos.
Chaos does not enter our little bubble.
In our little home.
So far from the chaos outside.
So peacefull and safe.
So full of love.
Mutual love.
True love.
