In winter's chill, with snowflakes white,
We seek a warm and cosy light.
And what could be more fitting then,
Then a steaming cup of coffee blend.
With Sophie by my side, we sit,
And watch the world outside submit
To winter's grasp, with icy hold,
That chills the bones and makes us cold.
But with a sip of coffee hot,
We find the warmth we had forgot,
And in the comfort of its taste,
We bask in memories of summer's grace.
So here we are, in winter's hold,
With coffee warm and stories told,
Of summer's heat and days gone by,
That makes the chill a distant sigh.
For coffee's warmth is like a fire,
That kindles in us a warm desire,
To bask in its sweet, comforting glow,
And brave the winter's icy blow.
So here's to you, my dear friend Sophie,
And to the coffee that warms our soul,
In winter's chill, with snowflakes white,
We find a cosy and warm light.
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