Love in a teacup

Splendid is the tea my love makes,

Though making it, he hours takes.

Strong, black tea; a perfect pick up,

He pours, each morning, in my colorful cup.

It's not just tea dears, it's love he pours,

And the hot beverage becomes plaisir d' amour!

At Pie in the Sky for a late Valentine snack

[This post is a part of the celebration of love and literature all this month on the beanbag. Why? Read here].