my heart stirs the soup of my emotions
each ingredient lovingly immersed
into the pot of our loves potion
every tear that falls is dispersed
soon to be devoured
the wafting of aromas
whisper scented words once soured
now become a divine ambrosia
that floats the language
i cannot speak in voice
it finds a passage
for our hearts to rejoice
tanya gwizdalla
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