Smell of freshly-baked sweet and savory puff pastries
The tea kettle summons with a whistle from the kitchen
Rustling newspaper and creaking wooden chair call to you,
Making it cozy and warm, papa and mumma are home!

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Smell of freshly-baked sweet and savory puff pastries
The tea kettle summons with a whistle from the kitchen
Rustling newspaper and creaking wooden chair call to you,
Making it cozy and warm, papa and mumma are home!

Everyday I drop by at the cafe
& order my regular: Chai Latte.
Everyday I sit by the window
Just to get a glimpse of you again.
Everyday you bring to me
My cup of warmth and walk away.

He plopped a dollop of cream
In her hot mug of morning coffee
Making it all the more heavenly.

Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
To paint her portrait
She studied her, carefully.
Her gaze, a wildfire.
A little red bird
Flew in and sang
Sweet songs of spring.

She fell asleep
While the dancing flame
Of the candle
Burned all night
By her side.

Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.

Her powdered cheeks
A gush of wind
Caused her to sneeze.
In her tranquil gaze
Her warm embrace
Lies his eternity.