I like tea, he likes coffee
I like reading books, he likes reading minds
I like how the sun shines, he likes how the rain pours
I like the peacefulness silence brings, he likes the bliss from loud crowd
I like the waves of the ocean, he likes the touch of the mountain
I like the brightness of the stars, he likes the alluring city lights
I like how his eyes speak, he likes the thoughts I let him hear
I like how thick the skin of his hands were, he likes how ticklish with little kisses I was
I like the sound of his voice on midnight calls, he likes the sound of engines of the evening road
I like the way he is, he likes the idea of what others think he is.
Now I'm having my cup of tea,
Go on, I'm letting you have your own cup of coffee.