COFFEE TASTE LOVE

Love was the taste of a sip of coffee

Felt like a breathing a warm breath in every sip.

Finding your eyes in the color of coffee

The words of love were mistaken for steaming smoke

While eyes glancing in words

Our smiles were warmer than a coffee

Time has stopped with the magnificent dance of souls

It was as if the world had never returned

Even though we can't say the name, it was LOVE.

A taste of sip of coffee

Emel Barut

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