Ode to My Mug**** **** 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. **** 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. **** 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. **** 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. **** 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. **** 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.