Inspired by an ingredient panel.
An ode to chocolates dark; I write this day
Of sweetness tinged with bitterness sublime,
Like life itself. You draw my hungry gaze.
Impassioned, overcome, I lust for you.
Despite your grams of fat – in number, twelve,
And of those, seven saturated are –
Yea, burdened though you be with sugared vice,
These you transcend; your soul is naught but health.
I revel in your fiber – healing balm
So swift to move, assuaging ills within!
The demon called Cholesterol you mock;
Freed from his grasp, I melt in your embrace.
Should I let fools deprive me of such joy?
Speak not such folly. Fill me now, my love!