Ode to an Iced Capp

Many roads we’ve wandered,
You and I
When the wells of my sanity,
Have all but run dry.
Your popular cousin, Coffee,
Is just not my thing,
But with your milk and icee,
You make my heart sing.
When my nights grow too short,
Because my worries are long,
With you in my system,
I can keep going on.
Some might call this corny,
Or even quite silly,
But it’s just my way of
Saying, I really, really,
Really, really, really, really
Really love you.