The Liqueur Box
A chocolate truffle made my day
The sprinkle of wine- the scent
Running deep- an old ravine.
The latticed chocolates- white and dark,
Like emotions of every hue- some stark,
Some mired in layers within layers.
Are feelings meant to be consistent?
Wish I knew my heart’s content;
Every flutter strikes yet another chord,
But this I know for sure:
I’m fond of him- that sweet and sour mixture.
p.s: thank you, A, for occasionally being a ‘sweet’ guy 🙂