Yusuf Achmad

How pitch-black my coffee is

Far different from my wife

If the coffee and milk mixed

The color is not as concentrated

My friend dislikes powdered milk

How diverge the color is

How dark all its sides are

Anyhow it has a white heart

 

My wife loves coffee

Although not pure coffee

Sometimes black with an intimate flavor

Sometimes red signifying anger

My wife’s coffee is the eternal soul of love

Brown is its connection

To connect her life with my coffee

My wife, you are my coffee