BITTER AND SWEET
Bitter than the smell of queen of the night.
Sweeter than the smell of myrrh.
Love is a metaphor;
bitter in it sweetness,
painful in it soothing,
hot in it coldness,
dry in it wetness.
Love is beautiful in her glory.
You’ve got to love her
to enjoy her love.
You’ve got to be blind
to see her.
You’ve got to open your heart
to be close to her.
You’ve got to let go of her
to hold her.
Yet, serve me nothing but love.
I’ll take the bitter pills of love
and savour the sweet after taste.
For what is sweet without a bit of bitterness
to remind us of the sweetness of sweet.