Tea

I didn't want to scare,
Never wanted you to leave,
All I ever wanted,
Was to make you believe,
My pen scratched paper,
Holding all my thoughts,
Getting kinda weary,
Perhaps I shouldn't ought,
Cause the more I write,
The more I think,
The more I realise,
You weren't a one off drink,
Not a cocktail or a fine wine,
You are more like tea,
Something everyday,
I like to keep near me,
Then I notice,
Now it's clear,
That is why,
I hold you so dear.