There's a baker's dozen
On the sill.
Go over them please
If you will...
You'll probably notice
Somewhere between the chocolate
Lies your sugar-coated
Candy soul.
Sweet as honey -
Wraps me
When your tales are told.
And just like two rows down.
Your eyes
Cover my gaze
And dress me with the icing
Better left
For all your heart cakes.
And yes, there's heartache
When I saw you mingle
With the fickle
Cinammon type
That used to hang out
By the pickles
They kept by the Deli at night.
But nothing tops it all
When you roll past the choco-frost
And sprinkled phonies
Right to me...
Just to share your taste
With my donut-hole eyes -
Baking ever larger
At the sweetest cries
We harmonize.
So let us
Sigh
A little louder.
Mingle
All our powders
Until I make you
Cream filled.