You are my weakness, I cannot resist
Your delicious and powerful scent,
They tell me I'm wrong, but I insist,
You're worth every single cent.

I first think of you when morning does dawn,
Though sometimes I dream of you at night,
I slide out of bed and let out a yawn,
And go to you to start my morn right.

It's wondrous to think how simple you are,
Only a mug and a machine to make you,
I enjoy the scent while I sit at the bar,
The aroma of a fresh morning brew.

Oh, Coffee, what would I do without you?
My day would be incomplete without a fresh morning brew.