There had always been something,
Something strange about it.
Something beautiful but different,
Something I would never forget.

A tea set so simple
Yet so delicate and sweet.
Only one in the world,
Not a single repeat.

Don’t know where it’s from,
It just showed up one day.
But once I got a glimpse at it,
I couldn’t look away.

I knew it wasn’t mine,
It would never be for me
But something in my heart,
Said “maybe it has to be”.

Maybe it was made,
Just for me to find.
I chose to listen to my heart,
And forget about my mind.

I grabbed and tipped the ***,
And through the spout came tea.
When it splashed into the cup,
I knew it was for me.

Days and months a year went by,
And I never had a doubt.
Until one day I drank the tea,
And the sugar had run out.

It had become greatly bitter,
The set lost its design.
One of the cups had cracked,
The plates had no more shine.

I was fooled into thinking,
This glee would last forever.
But my hope still  remained,
I refused to speak of never.

Someday that beautiful tea set,
Engraved in my memory.
Will shine again so I can taste,
The sweetness meant for me.