You are my favourite dish
You are all the chocolat that I wish
My berries and cream
My crepe suzette my caramel dream
A sugar plum fairy with a wand of spice
With cherry lips that taste so nice
You leave spaghetti marinara for dead
Even better than my favourite red
I’ll finish off this little ditty
With words I hope like you so pretty
My love so sweet with a hate of zero
Now to drink
My intoxicating cafe Nero
Having a red wine in Cafe Nero.... for many delicacies of ideas but only one love made this poem so wonderful. I'm sure your composition is absolutely fabulous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems only fitting love should often remind us of a delicious foody delight.