'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Chocolate

I've been pigging out on chocs of late, and then today my parents and I stopped by Coffee Bean and got ourselves a Brownie. The kind that's been warmed and is so rich it simply melts into chocolatey goodness in your mouth. If there's something you can never tire of, it's chocolate. =)

A tenderness I can feel
Enveloping my senses,
Rendering me thus speechless;
Caught up in the silky charm
Of dark, saccharine dreams,
Of cloyingly endearing affairs;
For It lends a piece of Heaven to the taste,
And salves the ever wearied heart.