An afternoon of strong coffee

Abstract

On a beautiful morning,
an unexpected day,
I found a strong coffee,
bold in flavor, yet one of a kind.

After meeting it,
I needed to taste it daily,
with a hint of fear,
of falling into addiction.

Many afternoons I drank it,
though I tried to quit,
I found it impossible to stop savoring
that strong coffee.

It’s a mistake to call it addiction,
for over time,
it became a habit—
to drink that strong coffee every day.

This coffee can be intense,
though sometimes a bit mild,
depending on who prepares it,
its flavor could fade.

This strong coffee with two sugars,
full of sweetness, gave me its warmth,
though one sugar was enough,
with three, it now tastes even better.

Coffee brewed with broken dreams,
yet it never loses its flavor,
laden with bitterness,
and still, it always gives me love.

Now it’s part of my life,
I need my strong coffee,
I’ve learned to enjoy its taste,
and its flavor has only grown.

On a rainy afternoon,
in this merciless winter,
I remember with all my heart,
my strong coffee.

Wishing I could drink it daily,
with that bold flavor I’ve come to love,
to carry my mornings and evenings
with strong coffee.

At this moment, I can say,
with all sincerity,
this conversation
was never about coffee.

I hope when you read
this little letter,
you’ll fall in love with
MY STRONG COFFEE.