Appetite.
A book titled Forever opened but eagerness lessened.
Hunger\'s moon of rising mundane a weaker light shed.
Space became lacking until, cage ajar, one love-bird fled.
Trust shattered, desire\'s restyled appetite resisted pretense.
Lit again thirsty eyes saw need to quench the former neglect.
Drunk then sweet nectar fed by another with no sign of regret.