The Teacup's Song

I am a cup, so small and round,

With a heart of porcelain, smooth and sound.

I dream of mornings, crisp and bright,

Filled with sunshine, warm and light.

My greatest wish, a gentle hand,

To cradle me across the land.

A steaming hug, a fragrant kiss,

Of tea leaves dancing, sweet as bliss.

I long to hear the kettle's sigh,

As whispers turn to bubbles high.

A splash of milk, a swirl of spoon,

A melody to chase the moon.

Then lips so soft will meet my rim,

And share the warmth, a tender hymn.

Each sip a secret story told,

Of dreams and comfort, new and old.

Though I am silent, made of clay,

A world of joy within me lays.

For in this cup, hearts find their rest,

With every sip, truly blessed.