Tea

There is someone.
They love you.
They meditate.
They’re fond of grapes.
And mad about tea.
They love you.
There is someone.
They think about you.
On sunny days
On cold days
On blustery days
On foggy days.
There is someone.
They kiss you.
First thing in the morning
Last thing at night.
In your dreams
In their dreams
There is someone.
They want you
They love you
For your grace
and your spirit.
They feast upon you.
They worship you.
There is someone
Who flares and cares.
They love you.

Priceless

Each day flowing
with gifts
I treasure,
such moments
burnished by the sun.

But the greatest
one I offer you
is a swollen love,
not yet spent.