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Carl Lian BittersweetOh, the feeling it gives me!
When it touches the tip of my tongue
For the very first time.
Its sweetness startles me -
In just the right way.
So I savor it, cherish it,
As it melts in its warmth.
But it truly does melt, for
All of a sudden, the sweet taste departs,
Though something is still there.
Something brumal, something bitter;
Belligerent, it bites at me, breaks me
Until I understand its game, but too late - it’s
Indelible in my mind.
You call it love.
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2010 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2010 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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