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Chocolate? Or Love?



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Often I have pondered over life’s profound mysteries,
Delving deep into present, future and long-forgotten histories,
The question that never fails to leave me in a quandary,
What is it that makes me different from all and sundry?
Now that I have an answer to it, let me confess plainly,
It is chocolates that I love the most, and most insanely.
Melting in the mouth, it gives me a taste of heaven for sure,
Bars, pastries, ice-creams and shakes, chocolates can so allure!
Love, they say, and I hear, is the most wonderful thing on earth,
Have those poor souls never tried chocolate ~ of much more worth?
No complaints, no demands ~ only chocolates give a pleasure so pure,
Yes, I might sound like a maniac, and this ailment has got no cure!
I’m a blissful choc-fanatic, and love, for me, is no match at all,
I simply fall in love with chocolates, every day, and have a ball!
For all moods and occasions, at any hour of the day,
They are sure to boost my spirits and shoo my woes away.
Ohh! How I love to have them unwrapped! The reasons to my smile,
My guilty indulgences they are-my love, lust and life forever, not just a while!


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