Poetry
<i>Breakfast Angel</i>
Those tiered pancakes were awesome, Yet you thought they were lonesome, Layered in ripe strawberries, Or were they love-filled cherries? Passionfruit, tangy, as icing, My hazel eyes, enticing, On top, whipping cream, Mixed with your "yaman" dream, All over, auburn sauce, drizzling, My auburn lips, always giggling, One bite yours, one mine, Such tender love, how divine, Long lovely breakfast by the sea, My passion bubbling, along with the tea. Alas Like all good things, this morn must end, Love, yours and mine, all barriers must transcend Strawberries strewn lazily on the floor, Your soul touching mine as you walk to the door, Meet, again, who knows when? Love flows like the Ganges, until then.
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