Can there be a better way to express chocolove than by adding a love poem to the wrapper, so you can melt your heart while the decadence from inside the wrapper does the same in your mouth... Raspberries in dark chocolate were accompanied by the magic of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
I. "I thought once how Theocritus had sung..."
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove; ---
'Guess now who holds thee?' --- 'Death,' I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang, --- 'Not Death, but Love.'
