Coffee, magic OR..



Coffee with her,
Like magic happening all around,
Nothing comparable to those moments,
Could be ever created or found.

The awesome aroma of coffee,
Mixed with chuckles and sweet talk,
Sharing experiences, debating topics,
Creating distinct adorable memory mark

Is it the magic of coffee really?
Or something in form of amazing feeling,
It would be injustice to credit just coffee,
As she is magic herself, the fact revealing

The way it all happens is beyond words,
Naming her magic it’s just a false attempt,
It would be raising the bar for magic,
Comparing her to anything, proved contempt

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