Tritina state of mind

I sat cross-legged looking for a Word

While sipping on my light-roast Coffee

And reading verses of rain and Love

To proclaim to my one true Love

That there is no way to fit in a Word

Its bitter-sweet semblance to this Coffee

Though the cup lasts only of Coffee

The soul tastes a mighty of Love

And suddenly there was no need for a Word

No Word, something like Coffee, and a lot like Love.