Posted on August 04, 2018
Oh, the way she drank her tea, with a book by her side.
She, so beautiful.
Strangely oblivious to the rest of the world, reading yet another word.
The endless hunger growing in her eyes,
Smile painted on her face.
And then, she glanced my way, her glasses steamed.
And as she smiled, I knew she had her own way to life.
So, her way, became my way, without a reason.
She warmed my heart, as the tea warmed hers.
And I did not know how, or when she bewitched me.
So, I put the kettle on, and made another cup of tea.