I have found my true love. “Who is she?” you ask. I’ll tell you. No need to be hasty, let me finish my prose.
She is the most perfect thing in existance. Whenever I’m around her, I find myself nervous and jiterry. She stimulate my mind and body, and she keeps me up all night. “Who is she?” you ask once again.
“Why, my dear friend she is the wonder of the world. She makes everyone, man or woman, tremble in her glorious aroma. She is the dark pleasure of the world.” I say tantalizing your curiosity, “Yes, I am in love. I am deeply and madly in love with one that loves me back. I am not talking about the fake love you see during late-nights in the horrible movings pictures that lie and distort reality. No, I am talking about the love that is only possible. I am talking about my love with coffee.”
And is she a most glorious mistress to love. I love her and there is nothing you can do to make me think otherwise.