Cordon bleu
If I choose
To be saccharine,
Will you promise
To be my silver glaze?
If I choose
To be your dressing,
Will you be unfurling
Your petals for me?
If I choose
To be a dessert,
Will you promise to be
The cherry on the top?
And If I choose
To keep you warm,
Would you, like butter,
Melt into my arms?
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
