A bitter-sweet story
Love tasted like chocolate.
She loved the variety in the market:
Cherry-mint, extra dark orange, and dark tea,
It gave her no chance to be weary.
Never wanted to lose the touch,
though she was told not to eat much.
Since much was never enough,
Fulfillment was tough.
Liquor behind cacao sheets,
Juices behind fervent lips.
Dangerous was the excess of melatonin,
she never got thirsty but kept on teasing.
All left the honey sweet taste,
Except one, sole case:
A bitter almond and a sick face..
