My treasure made of sugar, my warm heart
filled with illumined love, my tall vault
of heaven whirling about us in immeasurable
cycles, my pet and ancient hidden scripture;
my heart made of the sweetest barley sugar,
my chocolate, my treasure made of verses
devised with words, my final recipe
and humble student whom I faithfully serve.
There is nothing that satiates me like
your hair and arms, your eyes of glimmering
golden-browns, your gaze that finds the lines
in the composition. There is nothing that
fills me but your love, my perfect treasure
whose beauty is at best incomprehensible.
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