She is My Coffee


A Love Brewed Over Time
It starts with warmth, a quiet glow,
A scent so rich, a taste I know.
Some people start their day with coffee,
I start mine with a thought of you.
A morning ritual, a steady beat,
A sip of you, both strong and sweet.
Sometimes bold, sometimes light,
But always there, my heart’s delight.
A little strength, a little grace,
A missing note I long to chase.
Perhaps not yet, the time’s not right,
Some blends take longer, brewed just right.

Special Blend: The Perfect Ingredients ☕💫

Coffee Beans

Coffee Beans – Strength

The foundation of every cup and every heart—strong, bold, and never falling apart.
Water

Water – Trust

Blending in effortlessly, binding all it touches—without it, nothing holds together.
Water

Milk – Comfort

Soft and warm, it soothes the bitter days, bringing light to the dark in quiet ways.
Water

Sugar – Joy

A touch of sweetness, a reason to smile—without it, life lingers dull for a while.
Water

A Hidden Essence

The missing piece, the final touch—without it, coffee is just not enough.
The best things wait, they take their time,
Like perfect pours and love in rhyme.
This story’s slow, but far from done,
Someday, perhaps, we’ll brew as one.
Igniting the Journey

🌱 Planting the Seed

Every love, like coffee, begins unseen
buried deep, waiting to dream.

🌿 Nurturing the Plant

With care, with time, with hope so pure
some things grow, yet still feel unsure.

🌾 Harvesting the Beans

Ripe with promise, ready to start
but what’s a harvest without the heart?

🔥 Roasting the Beans

Heat reveals what once was unknown
much like love, when left alone.

☕ Brewing the Coffee

Patience, precision, a moment so grand
yet some flavors slip through the hand.

❤️ A Sip, A Thought

Rich and warm, yet something’s untrue
coffee is perfect, but empty without you.

Slowly brewed, with care and grace,
Someday, we'll share the perfect taste.
A quiet seat, a second space,
For now, it waits, an empty place.
Maybe next year, we’ll sit as two,
A table set for me and you.
A Table for Two
A chair unclaimed, a cup still steams,
Some waits are sweeter than they seem.
The café hums with quiet melodies,
But the seat across remains untouched.
Some moments are meant to be shared,
Some stories written in sips and smiles.
For now, the cup waits, patient and warm
Perhaps next year, it will be raised in a toast.
Cafe Image
Some orders take a little longer,
But hearts, like coffee, brew much stronger.
Till then, I wait, this cup for you,
A love worth sipping, warm and true.

Will you be my Valentine? 💖

I've saved this coffee just for you. ☕