How do I express my love for thee?
Your coffee, so strong.
Your location, so prime.
I remember that fateful summer day.
The skies were blue and the coffee was black.
I basked in the sun and studied for a French quiz.
Je suis tombé amoureuse de toi ce jour-là.
You’re up so early, you’re up so late.
Countless hours I’ve spent.
Countless dollars I’ve spent.
All worth it.
Your bathroom, a cruel torment.
Like really, how many gallons of water reside on that floor?
Why does that smell never go away?
And I know that other stall isn’t “Out of Service.”
Alas, nothing is perfect.