If I could weave a bedtime quilt from the aroma of cocoa, to fashion such a cocoon of browns as if with magic wand, each day I would arise as a newborn butterfly.
Cocoa browns are every bedtime story, every sweet goodnight and every gentle kiss.
Cocoa browns play such happy chords upon my heartstrings.
Cocoa of hearth-spun browns brings a sweet warmth to the day.
Cocoa's sweet notes are love song of my soul, ever sung heaven-spun browns.
A rainbow of browns graced the lacy foam of the cocoa cup.
Cocoa browns bring a sense of home to my deepest self, to the spark that started living so very long ago.
In those cocoa browns are bedtime hugs and giggles, the sweetest of memories.