Once I understood the depth
The dine was never the one that I left
Those evening gatherings were no longer held
Wine was merely a tip of an iceberg
Supper was no longer the reason the menu was kept
Meals were not appealing to me
The dessert was the sole purpose I met
The bitterness was along for the ride
The sweetness of maple syrup no longer served
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