I served
My heart's feelings
Hors d'oeuvres
Upon a platter
And she sampled
Until it was all gone,
And I thought
That was
The end of that,
But she
Wanted more
Filet mignon and caviar
Vintage wines and cheeses,
And I
Couldn't didn't want to provide
All that she aspired to,
So she walked out
And I
Made more
Hors d'oeuvres
For the next
But they can't see
That these feelings
I serve to one and all,
Are just what I yearn
For myself;
And I do not
Wish to indulge them
Without equal measure
In return,
This taste of excellence
Gateway to Nirvana...
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