Returns: a collection of self

A cup of joe: a short poem

As the sun rises from its grave
and the moon returns to its own.
The beauty of your face shines bright for it, in fact, reflects the radiance of the star in the sky.
It is morning, indeed it is!
Magnificent as a fresh cup of coffee, straight from the pot, breakfast is served to my eyes every time I see you walk by
My mouth stumbles as I try to make words out, but what can I say? You leave me speechless! I thank God every single day that I get to wake up in the morning to find you there, your smile makes my day!
It's funny how love works, isn't it?
Not something to hate, but something simply to adore. So the sun has risen, and of course you are always there, just like a great cup of joe, ready to be served by the morning time.