There is more love, my love
Stirred into tea
Than you can perceive
Of water and leaves.
Love demands more than a flavour
Love must be divined and then savoured.
But you have drained the silly cup,
Down your gullet in scarcely a gulp.
What could you have tasted of love, indeed?
When you have no hunger, Iâve nothing to feed.
There is no room for carelessness.
No goodbye kiss and the kitchenâs a mess.