Love is an acquired taste.
First, it is sprinkled with sugar.
A sweet, tender love
With no complications

Then, it is taken only with cream.
You begin to realize
That love isn’t always sweet.
It’s more bitter than you thought
The constant fear of loss
Is an acquired taste

Eventually, it is taken plain.
You know now
That love is an acquired taste.
It is something you have learned
As you've grown and matured.
It is something that can be terrifying.
It is something that can be painful.

Love is an acquired taste,
But it is still a beautiful thing.
The fear feels right.
It means you care.

The pain feels necessary,
Because only through conflict
Can you find peace.

In the end,
Love is love.
Everyone acquires the taste.