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.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- How You Take Your Coffee
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, For Her
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 8 lines · 2 quatrains
- Line length
- Lines run 7-9 syllables (median 9). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalHow You Take Your Coffee, authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 c2080edbd00a78c1…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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