When the coffee from the cup I slowly sip
The memory that haunts me is kissing your lucious lips!
And now without kissing your coffee in the morning
Life becomes so loathful and boring!
Your coffee may be hot/iced, it doesn't matter
I love your coffee, may be it is sweet/bitter!
A sip of it I badly need for a good start
Just like your sweet kiss that stirs my hopeless heart!
My Toffee! Your coffee has changed my geography
as your love is my most cherished trophy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem