Favorite tea (poem)

We went to a party.

After dinner,
hot water for tea
was brought to the table
and placed before you and me.

I asked the hostess
if she had my favorite tea.
You,
beside me,
whispered, “Don’t worry,
“I brought your tea.”

You hadn’t been sure
if the hostess was going to have
my favorite tea
so you stashed a bag of it
in your purse
before we left
for the party.

You are my favorite tea.
You are my favorite tea.

You are like a hot cup of tea
warming me on a cold night.

You are a hot cup of tea
warming me on this cold night.

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