Thursday 8 March 2012

The sweetest love poem

When you came you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant,
I hardly taste you at all, for I know your savor
But I am completely nourished

Amy Lowell, (Decade)



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