You ask me if I want Chocolate.
You ask me if I want Butterscotch.
You ask me if I want Vanilla.
I say no to them all.
Every week we go back to the same place.
Every week you order, but I don't get anything.
Then we go for a walk and enjoy each other's company.
You are always amazed that I never get anything.
You ask "why?"
I tell you "you are my ice cream."
Then you give me that smile and my heart melts.
I like this one, very cool. Thanx for this poem...