Cantadou Cheese
by R L Tilley
When I consider
the stirring currents of love,
its potential to transform the psyche,
to bring the banal to its knees;
when I reflect upon how it was,
and what you left me
when you went,
I marvel, my love.
You left me
with a taste for Cantadou cheese
from the Paris fromageries. |
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