To A Mug of Tea

How sweet your taste,
You calm the tempest of my soul
When we sit alone.
You have always been there
For me in the darkest times.
How sweet the smell,
If thou were the last thing I could smell,
I would be a happy cripple.
You fill the lungs with glee,
And bring tears to mine eyes.
Thank you Earl for remaining,
You make me more than I make thee.