Nothing faked is savored to love.
Or remembered for the taste of it,
If hated.
Often a commitment to a craving,
Is not admitted
Something hated to remember,
Without tasting the flavor...
Has something to say,
About the one who denies...
An addiction they can not seem to quit.
And hating with a purpose,
Without a reason is sick!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem