Sweet Tea

On our first date,
She ordered sweet tea.

A whiff of nostalgia swept my being,
As I couldn't imagine the enchantress I was seeing.
Soft russet hair extends to her collar,
Orbs of glacier blue gazes back.
Appearing so delicate and dainty,
Words of honey, she speaks of faintly.
Casual beetroot cardigan, whisked with her complexion,
God, was she beautiful.

Each date to come,
She ordered a sweet tea.

Stunning with every stroll,
Assertiveness branded in her soul.
Appearances hardly seem to differ,
Day-to-day details seem to settle on her skin.
Her personality is woven in her person,
My wants for her only worsen.

Then I realize,
She had me at "sweet tea".