You never liked br the taste of mocha br You said it was br coffee laced br with chocolate lies br br I always loved it br when the chocolate br masked the coffee br Just enough, and br let it linger nice br br A lie coated truth br But, truth nevertheless... br br The warm cup of mocha br Stands and grows cold br outside in br Dreams, forgotten, br lie dormant br new, old within br br I stretch over the table br as across continents br To hold your hands, br to cup some warmth into; br a coffee grown cold, br a life grown old br br We always shared br the mocha br you sipping br seeking the coffee br While I taste br the chocolate, br wait with the coffee br br We stare athwart br Our love’s passion, br no longer an obsession br It retains within us ties, br Coffee mingled with chocolate lies br br You always said br “Serve me poison, br with a smile, br I will drink it too. br Please, don’t lace it br with chocolate as with br coffee you do.” br br You never liked br the taste of mocha br Yet, you always br drink it with me br As you sip, br your eyes crinkle br and I smile too, with you...