ode to the coffee beanery

how do i love thee? let me count the ways.
i love thee to the depth and breadth and height
of your odours, when flavour's out of sight,
to the ends of being and ideal grace.
i love thee to the level of everyday's
most quiet need - a booth with window light.
i love thee justly, with hazelnut & creme;
i love thee purely, simple blended, black.
i love thee as a childhood bedtime dream,
forgetting griefs, never turning back.
i love thee with a love i thought to lose
with my lost youth. i love thee with the breath,
the very breath of life! but, this is true -
i will not love thee better after death.