Lyric Poem · Love
How You Take Your Coffee
I know the way you take your coffee,
half a sugar, too much cream;
I know which song you skip, embarrassed,
and what you mutter when you dream.
The world counts love in big occasions,
roses, anniversaries —
but I keep mine in small notations:
all your tiny liturgies.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“How You Take Your Coffee” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/how-you-take-your-coffee
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