For when the night slip in for one see the eyes of a angel for whisper the name for a good fresh cup of coffee and yet when the angel whisper thus the angel touch once heart with respect the more one see the eyes the more one want a good cup of fresh coffee.
Thus the night moon shine upon once face just to fill once heart and yet the more the moon shine the more one good fresh cup of coffee every cup of coffee thus one feel the warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.
Night after night the eyes of the angel that twinkle in the night but yet when one hear the angel whisper the name Star bucks for Star bucks is the place for a good fresh cup of coffee that been fill with respect.
The eyes of the stars is the eyes of happiness and yet one think of the name that was whisper in the night air where the eyes live is where a good cup of fresh coffee is and yet the name that was whisper was Star bucks for who has a lot of respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem