The Luscious Love-Loop

Love is food for the soul.
Cometh the hour, cometh the expiry date of every food-stuff.

Persistent pining is pungent:
If you do it long enough,

You will over-shoot the shelf-life
Of the hope of a love-life.

That is when your long-lackadaisical logic
Makes a riveting return.
Disillusioned,
You ignore your newly-insipid infatuation
The taste of a once-luscious love
Turns sadly sour.
Determined, you declare:
“I decline to devour,
This acrid amour,
Anymore. Anymore.”

The deep-ish desire for your delectable darling
Lingers only in memory,
As an almost-acerbic aftertaste.

Cravings for new cuisines crop-up!
Your taste-buds tingle:
Ulcered, pummelled, a little sore,
Yet, hungry for more…

And thus, re-restart
Affairs of the heart.

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