I love real sugar, don't give me no phony sweets.

Forget Splenda,
throw it out the window.
Along with the other phony sweets,
give me the real thing in my treats.

It's no maybe,
I love you sweet baby.
Surely you do care,
while others only sit back and stare.
Under your covers,
it's not all about us lovers.
Nor is it about being rich in wealth,
it's about keeping the body in good health.

Too much of the real thing will kill,
but not enough of you is no thrill.
Between the two,
not even the real thing is as sweet as you.
It's no fun with an empty sugar bag,
llfe is surely a bore and a drag.

Bring back my true  sweet,
bring her back tooooo me,
I need my sweet to make my life complete.
Sugar in the morning,
sugar in the evening,
sugar at super time,
let our sweet, sweet love sublime.

OnepoetGem