This is love,
What I feel for this small puddle of warm cheese dip.

I love it.
With all the love I have to love,
But I eat it.
The thing I love is fleeting.

It's fleeting because I make it fleet.
I slowly eat away at it until it is gone.
And now that it's gone,
It hurts me.
Physically, my stomach rolls over because I am lactose intolerant.
Emotionally, my heart yearns for more because it was so perfect.

But it was worth loving, even through the pain.