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Touch of warmth,
taste of heaven,
waking me up at sunrise.
Not a day goes by
that I don't need you,
feel your warmth
taste your heaven.
But one day
you're not there.
A single tear
and my heart breaks.
My soul crumbles.
Life is misery
without your warmth
and taste of heaven.
Next time
I will buy
a larger supply
of coffee.

-- 20 May 2015, 08:40 --

It was just a joke.

Oh what a nice poem. It played a trick on me. Thesaurus, u shouldn't have said that it was a joke because your readers will eventually know what it is

Ahhhhh, I love it! What wit!