Romantea

To tea or not, love's question posed,

Passion's heat, in words composed.

At one hundred Celsius, hearts align,

In minutes fleeting, our souls entwine.

Slumber sweet, knowing all the while,

Herbal tisane, nature's gentle smile.

Plant-based bliss, in twenty-five folds,

Nighttime's essence, teabag tin holds.

Pink clouds drifting, dreams in flight,

Candy floss of roses, love's sweet delight.

Lemon balm's caress, senses arise,

Lavender's aroma, dreams mesmerize.

Nighttime's flavor, delicate and rare,

On rose petals, a lingering affair.

Germany's import, whispers from afar,

Love's elixir brewed beneath the stars.

Together we steep, love's sacred blend,

Embracing each sip, our souls transcend.

In passion's warmth, our hearts align,

A symphony of love, a dance divine.

To tea we surrender, our spirits free,

Love's potion brewed, forever, you and me.