It just started with the cupful of coffee
When i sensed the enticing aroma of new hope to sip
It was like pure brewed coffee that roused me from sleep
He was just a new found friend then but he untied my grip . . .
After his appendectomy or laparotomy
i drop by to hand him a cupful of coffee
We steal a glance when nobody is around
At the E.R., we are like lovers in the ground . . .
They say," beware" , he is just wanting to play
An expert player that they have always mean to say
He is playful i know but come what may
He is a friend whom me and myself i know i can relay. . .
He is more than gorgeous with his mercedez
More than stunning than his tag huer in gaze
Others are wrong he is not a bratty happy go lucky guy
He has substance, with heart and a friend whom i can rely . . .
It just really started with the cupful of coffee
To taste its granules blend to cream that was in vain
He never takes advantage nor adds injury to my grain
He is just a friend i know i won't cross that lane . . . .
sorry for us- that would be better to be just friends. . .
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