Ode to Latte

Oh, Latte


Your mother's lips are cherry red today,

and the warm aroma of coffee invites me to stay.


I would like my ambition to visit again

So it can help me decide what to do with this pen


So I ask for a latte, One with white chocolate syrup 

Coffee, milk and Cream and please stir them up 


For me you change personalities depending on my mood.

I get through my day by knowing I’ll get to hold you soon. 


A silver spoon chimes and it makes a lovely sound

There are smiling faces all around.


Americano, cappuccino, or cold brew 

Everyone has a favorite to choose 


But today the sun is hiding

So im glad this coffee shop is providing 


My favorite drink, hold the ice 

pour the gold, I won’t think twice



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