My Don Juan

I would like dark chocolate, but I need you Cadbury alone won't do I'll climb the Himalayan for you, because When I'm with you, really with you Grand Central can come in, yet fade thin, as I bask with touch of you Fierce, yet mild well-rounded honeybee A die-hard Christian man forever, because, From Okinawa to Timbuktu, History's fiercest touch to your faith you've faced. You're continental, universal Unforgettably cultural You're my drug of choice Sweet chocolate could sedate one's voice But you! You're not terribly sweet Your bitter changes to firm treat, Then I know for sure, You're my Don Juan. *