ELLIE,"THE POET IN ME"
Love is like old sweet wine.
You have to know when to
stir it, and when to leave it alone.
You have to know the right temperature,
and the right container, where it should
be kept; for its aging process.
The older it gets, the sweeter it becomes.
Occasionally, you must taste it to see
that it hasn't turned sour, while aging.
You get the proper glass, when it is
ready, and slowly, you pour a little in
the glass, where you wiggle it, to
allow it to breath, and then; you are
ready to enjoy its full flavor and texture.
If you are planning to serve it with
food. You must know the proper
food, that matches its flavor.
Serve the wrong food and you will
have a mouthful of sour grapes.
That is love.
A delicate taste or you can call it
feeling, which has the same
attributes; those of the aged wine.
Love must be nurtured, it must be
protected and watched carefully,
so, it does not turn into vinegar.
A long time process, that can not be
harried, nor can it be forced.
When the right place, and circumstance
is created, you open it and what you get;
bursting firecrackers. Like the ones in
the 4th of July or the ones in New Year's
Eve. Then you know; what "LOVE" is.
Copyright @ 1996/2016, Ellie Kondy