Taste of love

The taste of love is sweet and pure,

A flavor that lingers, long and sure.

It's like honey on the tongue,

A melody that's forever sung.

It's a taste that's hard to define,

Yet it's felt by every heart and mind.

It's a flavor that's unlike any other,

A feeling that can make us shudder.

The taste of love is like a kiss,

A moment that we'll forever miss.

It's like a warm and gentle breeze,

A feeling that can put us at ease.

It's a taste that can make us weak,

A sensation that we can't help but seek.

It's like a dance that we can't resist,

A melody that we can't dismiss.

The taste of love is a timeless treasure,

A flavor that we'll always measure.

It's a feeling that we'll never forget,

A love that we'll always be in debt.

For the taste of love is the sweetest thing,

A flavor that will forever ring.

It's a melody that will never die,

A love that will always make us fly.