Poem a day, Day #14

That initial spark, its sucrose sweet;

A drop of honey when you've had nothing to eat.

Love-fasted, and now I’m underweight.

Empty basket, and I'm likely to faint.

What appears undeniable, but for the first time.

A novice to the now, but I’m begging to shine.

Love-fasted, and now I’m razor thin.

Nothing drastic, but gone with the wind.

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