I remember how it went. We had love muffins for breakfast with love coffee. Love sandwiches for lunch. We shared a bottle of love root beer. Love cookies, later, for a snack. We ate love chops for dinner and raised our glasses full of love wine. We had love pie for dessert, with love tea for digestion.
It took more and more love for us to taste it.
After a while, we did not taste it at all. We just chewed and chewed.