Sometimes I think the idea of romantic love
Is like the smell and then the taste of coffee
It draws you in with its tantalizing odor
And then when you actually have it in your hands
You find that not only is it addictive
And somewhat of an acquired taste
It can be really hard on your system
Karen Schindler
Love this!
It’s true about coffee. I wish that the taste would be as wonderful as its smell. Yes, it is an acquired taste and yes it is addictive.
Also it does wreck havoc with one’s nervous system.
Just like love.
Your poem is wonderful.
Brilliant! And yes, quite true. Snappy poem.
I love this analogy. It’s correct on all fronts, and extendable too. Romantic love is like coffee: too much too soon and you’re gonna get burnt; it will keep you awake at nights. I was going to say something about stains, but that’s going too far.
Well done.
Maybe a little milk or something …
oh, yes.
Ah, coffee…and love. How often the two seem to fit together – hot and addictive, bitter when cold – this is a great little piece!