You, my darling, are my cup of tea. You are the sweet, warm embrace, that soothing delight making my soul smile, calming my heart. That sweet, fragrant warmness casting all the coldness away.
You, my darling, are that discrete, unsuspected power, behind stillness, always accountable, always real, unmoved, unchanged, the core of my strength.
You never make me doubt (I have no reason to doubt), these changing days, this changing, mutable world, where constancy is merely apparent, only one thing is constant. And that thing is this power, this strength behind stillness.
The mutable world, the changing days… and yet, looking through time, it all just seems the same. The change is just apparent, the core is always the same, unchanged.
Paradox? Not really. Just look back, through the misty days behind us, just look at the whole, not just parts, and you’ll see I’m right. Makes perfect sense.
“Time does not change you. Only reveals you” - can’t remember who said that, but it is so true!
So, here we are, revealed, exposed. So, you see, nothing changes, only its true nature is revealed. So, the truth underlined is revealed. So, the suspected nature of things is revealed.
And you are, always were, always will be, my cup of tea. My warm and soothing delight.The true constancy in my days and nights, through the years, through time. I see it now.