Love, Once Tasted
It's what the poets and the minstrels
have been singing about forever.
And why the stars are in the heavens,
and death, itself, can't sever.
It's why Poe sang of his Helen
and Byron's beauty walked like night.
Why eternal, winged seraphs
dance for our delight.
And once true love is tasted,
and our hearts they overflow.
We know that once we've tasted love,
it never lets us go.
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