Only three small squares left. Relishing the deep pungent smell of cocoa, I ate the last pieces of my favorite dark chocolate.

Ah! A poem on love inside the paper wrapper. I spread the paper on the kitchen countertop; like an ancient scroll I was careful how I pressed it with my fingers. The title read Love (III); below the three verses was the author’s name – George Herbert. He seemed faintly familiar.

The poem opened with “Love bade me welcome.” I continued reading while each line charmed my interest.

Who is this author, I thought. I looked into my old English Literature textbooks left in my school days bookcase. His name was not in the modern era. Memories rushed to my mind as I recognized some of the poets’ names.

Finally I found him, an early seventeen century Welsh writer. I read the poem once again, on that dark chocolate wrapper.