A Dolce Moment

A warm nirvana;
A calming energy;
This which I depend on so much;
That daily I must have it.
Everytime it simply warms my hands on a chilly day,
Or even when I try to describe the feeling it gives,
Everything doesn't seem to matter.
Most who posses something as powerful as this,
Disregard it,
It's something they experience daily,
For me:
It's my life,
I need nothing else.
This sensational peace and balance,
That it gives,
Proves to me that:
There's more than one way,
To love a latte.

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

awesome poem - I wish the flow carried on between the lines, but that is probably an issue of style and not up to me. Thanks for sharing :)

[Emily B]

There's more than one way to love a latte. Great line. Great poem.