Dear sweetness,

You'll always be my special brew,

Rest on your saucer and read my thoughts
Understand that you aren't like ordinary pots
You mean so much to me. my lovely flower
And I miss you regularly with every passing hour.
Remember that old teacup you cherished so much?
I could tell how much you enjoyed my soft hands and gentle touch.
As the months go by, I still treasure the first time we siped together,
My breath went away, and I felt light as a feather.
My fears and anxieties dripped away,
Unlike spending time with the tea-bag earl grey.
I'm thinking of you, my cupcake, my muffin, my scone,
Just know I'm a shout away, and you're never alone.
Even when you put the pettle to the metal with your kettle
You'll always be special to me; remember this while you let your temperature settle.
Bagged or Loose, Mug or Cup, Iced or warm.
You'll always find the saving grace in my storm.

My love for you has been steeping for years,
I'll love you forever sugar, cheers!

~ Raymond