What is that ingredient that just makes us click

I spent sometime searching the archives 

Looking for symbols and Da Vinci’s Code

No one really seems to know what it is that makes love 

taste astounding

I have heard some call it a fantastical notion

Get your head out of the clouds they would quip

Romance is only for the movies

Here in Everyday Land,

life is too hard to stare at the woman you love just 

because

Opening doors or rubbing her shoulders, even rubbing 

noses.

Sure glad I never believed the doubters 

Your eyes always had me convinced the ingredients we 

shared were rare.

We were made with sugar, spice and all spices nice.