COCOA

I have knocked on many doors of halls

I have even had my hall doors knock on

But nothing compares to the day 

You opened your door

And let me in

That was the day you brought me from the cold

You warmed hot cocoa 

And let me drink from your cup

I could feel the warmness 

As it ran down the back of my throat

Never before have I tasted 

Perfection of such magnitude 

You shared your cocoa as I dipped deeper 

To the very last drop

You quivered as my spoon scrapped the bottom

From that day forward your name was cocoa

And I have never knocked on the door of another