Love Is the Sweetest Thing

[vagantes]

I have for you a sick revulsion
That exhausts both flesh and bone,
Which turns need to compulsion,
And feeds itself alone.

Nothing will give delight.
What once was salt or sweet
Sickens the appetite
Like stinking,rotten meat.

Promiscuous disgust.
How can I know or choose?
This loathing like pure lust,
Taints all that I might use.

[YesNo]

I liked the contrast between the title and the contents of the poem.