You Are My Hot Cake's Syrupy, Love. Poem by Michael Gale

Pour your sweet love, over my hot cake...
My hot cake, be my heart.
Your tenderness, is my sweetened syrup,
That I constantly, wish to ingest and take.

You, for, I yearn, and am insatiable...
Until you are served, upon my love denied, table.

My table of love deserves the best...
Only, your being there, will, fill my zest.

Of life and love, you've always been...
My tendered moment, you, my fulfilling bin.

My aching heart, that you've healed...
You are the fertilizer, of my emotional field.

You plant your lips, upon, my heart...
You are my motor bike, that gets me, to start.

You are the key, to my engine's part...
You keep me going, you are beautiful,
and smart.

I'll ride the rails, of your love filled Jeep...
I love you now, my love, you'll keep.

I weep in my heart...
When, we be kept apart.

But, when we are together...
We are an emotionally, smooth,
running, motor cart.

You are the gas, of my start...
You are my much appreciated,
love en-swelling, mini mart.