Perfect Cup of Tea

I await you with anticipation 

wondering how soon and when
Like my hot Water
in the teapot

I linger near it wishing to hear 

the piercing whistle that signals
its readiness to make my Tea

The Tea is ready 

but the Water is not.
Am I the Water
or the Tea?
Which are you?
Perhaps I long for you to be done
when you are
here and ready but are waiting on me.

The whistle blows and the Tea
is made
I savor the

aroma and taste
of such a perfect combo
I pray that I wouldn’t
try to mix the two before they are ready
Make yourself as carefully as I deserve
and I will strive to do the same for you
I know you deserve only
the best.