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