Gustare It Would Seem, an....
For, I am, that.....
Poisoned, chalice.
Where, my all.
And, my taste, brings.....
Heartache.
And, I am ......nothing.
My silent words.
Merely locked, within my heart.
And never heard, upon the ear.
And, I wish, that ....
I could have said.
And warned, the ill prepared.
Like Eve's apple.
I'm .....
an
Acquired taste
Giajl © Jim Love