My love for you is like a cup of tea.

Scalding hot passion is our origin,
submerged in this teacup we call our world.

Soon our withered souls begin to steep,
dark bitterness within begins to seep.

This first foul stew we must discard.
You will learn to agree that this can be hard.

But soon familiar warmth encapsulates,
our true colors and character revealed not too late.

Leaves of varied aroma,
Buds of different flavor,
My love for you is like a cup of tea.
This process of time we must let be.