A pale hue in her powdered doughnut complexion
Her smile is a twin row of marshmallows framed by raspberries.
Her hair, can the darkest of licorice attempt to be so lovely?
No confectioner can have concocted such sweetness.
I hope she’ll someday agree to be my honey
So we can sit underneath a blueberry sky
Underneath the warmth Of a buttery sun.