Love is My Teabag (My 1st Sonnet)

Love is My Teabag (My 1st Sonnet)...

Love's power is seeping into my soul-.

I can feel it creeping into my heart-.

A mug of boiling water is my soul;

and love is the teabag, so sweet and tart.

It's steeping, infusing me, swirling out-.

It's essence is getting stronger with time.

It's presence is an infusion devout.

I can feel it as it begins to climb.

The sweet scent of it is like potpourri-.

It's still steeping out, so aromatic.

It's like perfume in my soul- filling me-

with a kind of joyfulness ecstatic.

And then I look over to see the tag-.

There it spells out "LOVE"... Love is my teabag.