My Ideal Woman

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.

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