Oh coffee you are my first love.
You get my day started and you are my afternoon pick me up.
I can't help but to be in love you.
The smell turns my mood from sadness and happiness instant.
There is something that make me want you all the time.
Big cup or small cup I must have you.
No cream please just a little sweetener in you that what makes me happy.
You are my favorite drink of all times.
I love as Hazelnut, Mocha and Christmas blend.
You can be hot or cold I still love you.
You can be anyway you want to be so long as I have you to drink and make my day.
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