I Barely Like Tea
I don’t like coffee
and I barely like tea
but the woman sitting
across from me
I will fall in love with
My excitement already brewing
as we steep in memories,
experiences, shared values
She warns me
how she has triple bandaged her heart,
still holding scars from
a previous scalding
But she is an astonishing blend
of intellect and intrigue
Her flavor, intoxicating
The finish, divine
Her beauty and warmth remain
long after my tea has turned cold
The scent grows stronger
with each moment, each date,
but also more subtle, more special
This aroma has not drifted my way
in a long time
I don’t like coffee
and I barely like tea
but this woman sitting
across from me
I have fallen in love with
Written February 21, 2026