Cheese and It's Analogies

She steps from the room and whispers softly,
“Love is sharp like cheddar and tender like brie.”

Her words scorched when they touched his skin
But he responds, “I feel the same,” with a stone cold grin.
“What was real before is blemished, insincere.
Our love shriveled and tainted, that much is clear.
There is not enough trust to support us anymore,
You’ve branded a beast, you’ve startled a boar
A claymore’s pierce to the heart is this
I must go now, no more can I resist.”

Filled with dismay she goes on to say,
“Why has god woken me up this day?
The storm outside, producing rude dins,
The tornado inside blowing tears to my chin.”

He strokes his complexion, some stubble still lingers,
Laced to his face like unswayable thinkers.
He rises, high strung by the friction
And pours a scotch to fulfill his addiction.
“The storm eases for no man”, he said,
“But I worked to build shelter while my fingertips bled.”

The woman cannot take any more
She walks unsteadily for the attractive front door
Clutching scuffed ballet shoes and her grandmother’s chain
With wandering thoughts still poisoned with pain.

Sits the formerly vibrant piano, somberly forlorn
Remembering lighthearted rhythms and C major chords,
Composed by fondness among individuals there
Who once waltzed in the moonlight with flowing blonde hair,
(When it was but two who knew of the affair)
And the smell of aftershave and bottles of wine,
The night stealing away the very concept of time.

And all is left is a man and his booze
And all that’s left of a piano that grooved
Is a melancholy instrument who knows nothing but blues…

And why not compare love with a cheese?
And why do tears flow when they’re struck by a breeze?
The answer, than anyone I don’t know better,
But I do know that love is tender like a brie, and sharp like a cheddar.