Better than chicken, And even soup too, No one is lovelier than Gorgeous ol’ you. And If I could love you Nothing less than a lot, Goodness I'd love you more than I sweat when I'm hot. Beautiful downplays it, And resplendent's no good. No words can capture it as Good as they should. So, if I could show them My love described in one place, Google would break from searching your face.
Aren't We Each Other's Match? (Or Flames as a Cliché Metaphor for Love)
Run me through, and hope I strike. My darling love, our lonely match Is small but fending off darkness. It's sorry but it's all we have-- Small, but here it is upon a plate. (I ripped it off a birthday cake.) Just don't blow it out--
Well… I hope you walked away wishing.
Art by Kelly Roberts (@kellykellykellykellykelly) from D.W. Blakes book.