How thy sweetness fell from these lips
In the temptation of desire
The ever want of more and more
To quench this obsessions fire

Thy face paints a picture of activity
The hidden clue it held within
Fragrance filled the air on opening
The shortbread in the biscuit tin

I cannot but feel shame for times
When in two I held thee tight
To dunk is but a measure wrong 
That crumbled thee out of sight

And what for the memories of touch
The soft caress of thy taste
In secluded moments with closed eyes
To thee I rushed in haste 

Now, Tis but memories in sorrow 
For devotion lost its way
In forgetfulness, in taking for granted 
Hath brought loss this day

Life falls to the shadows of darkness
Lost in thoughts craved
Behind eyes is the pain of regret 
Thy crumbs could not be saved.