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.


But still,

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.


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