There seems to be
something missing with food
Something much more than seasoning
No matter
how much hunger is satisfied
Who can deny
a missing feeling,
no food can satisfy?
A feeling to say...
Of one to hear
To dine alone, is;
To Sip a Tear...
* So our lives be,
unless sprinkled with
the 'Savory' of Love.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's a very nice poem.......10s