**_Ode to My Mug_******

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**Oh, my beloved ceramic cup,**

**Each morning, we greet the rising sun,**

**A steaming embrace in my hand,**

**Filled with liquid warmth—you’re the one.**

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**No beating heart within your rim,**

**Yet you hold the pulse of my day,**

**Coffee, tea, cocoa—whichever whim,**

**In your gentle curve, dreams stay.**

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**I cradle you, a partner in thought,**

**Through tired eyes and sleepy haze,**

**You never judge, no matter what,**

**You’re always there to lift the daze.**

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**Sturdy, yet fragile—you’ve survived it all,**

**Drops on the floor, moments of doubt,**

**And though the cracks in you are small,**

**Your steadfast service never pouts.**

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**Valentine’s Day may be for lovers true,**

**But who needs roses or champagne flutes,**

**When I’ve got my mug of simple hue,**

**Steady, unshaken—no substitutes.**

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**So here’s to you, dear trusty friend,**

**My mornings, my nights—you never bend,**

**Our love transcends sugar and cream,**

**You are my warmest, steamiest dream.**