Not My Cup of Tea

Love is not my cup of tea, he says
But the truth is
Love was very much his cup of tea
He drank it daily
Sipped every drop free
Every drop was a drop of Ecstacy
Pure, filled with bliss
Nectar of life
Utterly divine
Till one day his heart was broken
Or rather it was the cup that was shattered
With everything else that mattered
The tea spilled out slowly
It was all a mess
He was left distressed
And blamed it all on the tea.