An ode. Kind of.

When my day has been nothing but rough,
It is bettered only by your sweet touch.

When the negativity consumes me,
It is your warmth that renews me.

Whether shrouded in bone china or glass. Porcelain or a flask. Your essence remains. Your beauty intact.

An infusion of love and caffeine. A paragon.

-Me to my teacup ❤

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