26 September 2012
This heavenly place, Somewhere I always show my face.
It's made of beauty, And it almost seems my duty,
At least once a week, I'm like a personal critique...
Ok well maybe not, I cannot criticise a lot.
It's my second home, It's like an addiction syndrome.
Relaxing and chilled, A main aim of leaving me thrilled.
And it never fails, Just like in all the fairytales.
The music so calm, Like a massage and soothing balm.
Headaches disappear, The best medicine of the year.
Starbucks is all that, It's my natural habitat.
Heaven • Opuss № I