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Sonnet: Poème de l'amour et de l'amer|
Our likes and dislikes did not differ much,
Or so it seems, across time's vapid wastes,
CHOCOLATE, she loved but COFFEE, would not touch;
She liked the smell but could not stand the taste.
Boiled COFFEE is spoiled COFFEE, so they say
And, though it was not drinks that soured our brew,
Such tiny things, great structures cause to sway;
Excessive fire can make love bitter too.
Who knows? If we should once more chance to meet,
Might not those poor, fate-sundered fragments mend?
Like two contrasting flavours, bitter, sweet,
In MOCHA synthesise a pleasing blend.
And then to all life's cafés would we go:
Me for ESSPRESSO, her for CHOCOLAT CHAUD.