A coffee bean with a pink sheen. A butter cup with a brown lust. A foamy frappe with a sinful cafe.

I am a coffee bean, who lives here. I am the brown blood which contains no care.

I am the milky heart which soothes your chaos and boils your serenity.

I am the blend of good and bad with a dark mentality.

I look for a companion who can count on my follies.

I am looking for one who is blind to my perfection.

I look for the blindness oblivious to the desire of vision.

I am the doting direction of deflection and affection.

I get beaten to bring the best of your moods. Have you ever thought about me when you brood?

I wonder what my aroma does to you. Does it stir the much needed humanity undue?

My richness infuses comfort and so does my poverty. But being a human, have you balanced the equanimity?

My search for companion is a talk of past now, when I see humans making out and then breaking vows.

But I still have the warmth and lukewarm courage in my gene. Coz that is what I am born for. I am a coffee bean.