There Isn't Another Ingredient

There isn't another ingredient If I don't any longer make you smile If I don't any longer caramelise your heart Marshmallow, toast the coals of your soul I guess I'll have to expedient an end And let you go. Darling aren't you the teensiest bit upset If I too follow you and go cold; If I too-consider-you've passed your best by date Because I can't sugar-coat it any more That you don't love me the same, and I abhor Looking into your deadpan eyes, insecure. There isn't another ingredient There isn't another tangible hot-spice A cinnamon moon, quite so cool As to make you drawl, Hoot like an owl, Hoot at the stars long-simmering to sing to you. Darling will you be the teensiest-bit-upset If I too walk away without any regret If I too say I'm bored with the same meal I want to dine and feel, taste something new Savour something fresh and really, divine A dessert that pleases me all of the time. There isn't another ingredient But darling I ask you, are you still mine Darling, can't we entwine; Mix bitter with sweet and reach for the stars The centre of the universe is ours If we can-just-reimagine these components tired and supine.