My aged calloused sweetheart, is not what it used to be. The harden tissue’s numb but, remains sugary sweet. The bitter licorice years did not alter any flavor. The black root didn’t spoil my saccharine behavior.
The lemon drop months did not make me sour. My face did not pucker with each tart-full hour. My sweetheart remained sweet and it will always be. This world will never change my sugary pulse beneath.