That One Spice Poem by James Walter Orr

I've known love that I could savor,
From the east and from the west.
I have savored every flavor.
I have known the very best.
I've taken gusty mouthfuls of,
I have taken little sips.
I've felt some addictive pulls of
Cinnamon upon my lips.
I find my main consideration,
And each hope for which I clutch,
Gains my life its sustentation,
From that certain woman's touch.
Perfection's not allowed to live:
Fate will take what chance did give.

Love I've known in great abundance,
From the north and from the south.
I've known love that made my heart dance;
Tasted every shape of mouth.
I've known love that turned out bitter.
I've known love that turned out sweet.
I've known love that singed my whiskers,
From its concentrated heat.
When I felt true love's invasion,
How it gripped my very being.
How it changed my life's equation;
Brought a whole new way of seeing.
When destiny snuffed out that light,
I lost my love and sense of sight.