Sadness is hot chocolate at 2am,
And cream of mushroom soup;
Betrayal is lemon juice
And the salty taste of tears;
Jealousy is the smoky tang of burnt food,
And the sliminess of undercooked eggs;
Passion is the sweetest fruit juice,
Cherries and strawberries and warm apple cider;
But love . . . Love is the warmth of a cup of tea,
And the tangy crunch of a green apple.
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