Love is nothing but sleep and drink and meat
To quench that strong craving deep in the pit
Love is nothing more but mere candies sweet
Inside, that bitter taste that make us spit
Love is nothing but cold yet warm a spark
To set alit thousands of flambeaus, ****
That once stood tall, frozen in the cold dark
Once lit, it shall melt to vicissitude
And to wend both either way is despair
One more woe-fraught than all the other ways
One cold, one hot, too hot to even bear
Colder than winter, hotter than dog days
     And if love is just mere food for the mind
     I’d eat something else, of another kind