She spoke of love like salt and sea,
He felt hurt, for he craved gold's decree.
"Is that what I am?" his pride took flight,
He didn't say a word, just silence all night.
She tried to explain, to talk it through,
He kept her away, like fire and brew.
So one day, she arranged a feast,
Picking dishes from the royal list.
She added the spices, but no salt in them,
They looked grand, yet weren't the same.
Each bite he took, his pride grew thin,
As blandness echoed the void within.
"Why does it taste so weird and cold?"
She whispered a sigh, her answer bold,
"Without the salt, life seems incomplete—
It's like a heart without a heartbeat."
He glanced at her, his gaze held low,
For now he knew of the salt's soft glow.
They grew strong, with warmth to share,
A love so deep, the world wouldn't dare.