Vanilla Sugar Cube

Vanilla Sugar Cube

Do you follow the sweet trail when love’s to no avail?

The clouds of melancholy always rumble

That empty area standing vacant

Abandoned by Cupid and longing for Sugar Cube

Romantic imagination’s an extra-ordinary station

Mind and emotion combined to desirable perfection

And then rises the craving that urges absolutely

For only emptiness surrounds, so the reach is for Sugar Cube

And when the taste’s found the pleasure isn’t happiness

It’s momentary and begins to decline

Disappointment after satisfaction flickers is a cut by sadness

The talons of the enemy disguised by its sweet called Sugar Cube

Now comes the regret within recrimination

Guilt unearned is the suicide of emotion

And nothing’s changed or shifted, then vanilla wafts

Realization you’re human, so it’s love or Sugar Cube