Coffee - Poem.

My love full of tenderness,
How is it that your hugs can take me to the moon?
How were the dreams that were in the dunes transformed in the spring?
My love of jet black eyes.
Do you remember how you fell in love with me?
It was so fast and natural
that for anyone of ours it would have ended in disaster.
It is that we are different pieces, that everyone knows.
What few people notice is the exact way
in which our differences complement each other.
You would not fit with anyone but love,
and I would not do it with anyone else either.
We are made to work as a team,
we are made to walk hand in hand.
From somewhere high and remote
our writer predestined us to be.
To be one,
to give a good result in our union,
to share happiness,
to love us
My love that you make me spring,
I love your tantrums and your joy too.
I love everything about you and also
what flows from you for me
My love that from the dream to the reality you arrived,
Give me your hand and let's have a coffee.
A coffee of those that are good,
of those that provoke in the afternoon,
in the morning and in the night too.
We go for a coffee of those that do not take with everyone,
a coffee of those that you already invited me.
We're going for a coffee that lasts a lifetime.