For Viola: De Gustibus

Belovéd you are
Caviar of Caviar
Of all I love you best
O my Japanese bird nest

No herring from Norway
Can touch you for flavor. Nay
Pimento itself
Is flat as an empty shelf
When compared to your piquancy
O quince of my despondency.
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