Emptiness is a bitterness acquired,
Despite the heart's distaste.

With Darkness too, no salivation perspires,
Far to bland a blend for a lusting appetite.

As for Loneliness, much too tart and sharp,
Striking as a dagger upon thy chest,
Rupturing and releasing the soul,
To be exhaled with one last breath.

Yes, tis one sweet nectar
Thy heart's buds thirstingly desire,
Only one to quench the soul's pulsing palate,
That honeydewed presence of true love.