Our love may decay,
Our thoughts may stray,
Yet the memory of love is here to stay,
For sweet is its aftertaste.

Addiction, however,
is an entirely different matter.
Never mistake it for a Cupid’s martyr.

Addiction may blind you like mystic haze,
Disguise in passionate kisses and affectionate gaze,
But it’s never love that you truly tasted,
Only your better judgment betrayed.