Excerpt from one of Norway's journals:
Note, 24/5-2012
I don't think you quite understand how important you are to me. You are the first thing on my mind in the morning, you are the last thing on my mind in the evening, I love every moment spent with you. I love how you are always exactly what I need, how everything about you is pure and perfect. My day is not complete without you. I know our relationship is simple, and that you now how much I love you. I know that neither of us is much for words, and that we don't really need them, but I wanted to show my appreciation for you, so I wrote you a poem. I know it is cliché, but so is my fairytale love for you.
Let my hands
Enclose you,
My lips taste you,
My soul imbibe you.
Let my body take part
In your warmth.
Let me delight in you,
Beloved cup of coffee
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Notes:
The poem isn't mine, it is a Swedish poem by an unknown author that I found on a serviette, and it was originally written about a cup of tea.
Author's note:
That happened.
You are welcome to ignore this one-shot.