Love is My Teabag (My 1st Sonnet)...
Love's power is seeping into my soul-.
I can feel it creeping into my heart-.
A mug of boiling water is my soul;
and love is the teabag, so sweet and tart.
It's steeping, infusing me, swirling out-.
It's essence is getting stronger with time.
It's presence is an infusion devout.
I can feel it as it begins to climb.
The sweet scent of it is like potpourri-.
It's still steeping out, so aromatic.
It's like perfume in my soul- filling me-
with a kind of joyfulness ecstatic.
And then I look over to see the tag-.
There it spells out "LOVE"... Love is my teabag.