Love, tastes like the half burnt meal your dad cooked for you while your mom’s away.
Love, tastes like that already licked ice-cream a child wants to share with you for he likes you.
Love, tastes like the blood you suck off from that little girl’s paper-cut finger.
Love, tastes like the poorly brewed coffee your beloved tried to make for you early in the morning.
Love. tastes like a slice of pizza shared among three friends.
Love, it tastes a lot like the cheek of a new-born.
Love, it tastes like the thumb you once upon a time sucked on.
But most of the time, love tastes like a small piece of bread dipped in wine which reminds me of the love above all…