I meet your gaze and stoutly brave distraction
for if the love that deep inside me brews
boils over from the warmth of my affection
the rising tide of effervescent froth
might crack the pot and thus unfettered drench
us both I beg you darling hold your breath
a tiny gasp could start an avalanche
of flashing hues and petals' soft caress
a joyful riot of fertility
a flowery grave for cool contentedness
whose fragrance sweet recalls to mind our tea
as one who drowning gladly spies the shore
heart-felt is my relief: it's time to pour
(This sonnet was written to accompany the pattern for knitting the teacozy pictured. The pattern is available for free download.)
