Our love- my sweetheart,
Is a ray of morn afresh,
It's as new as a firstborn.
Well said my dearest,
But you forgot to add that,
It's as sweet as a stolen cake.
Well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. A beautiful creation, lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing.
I imagine a piece of stolen chocolate cake might taste better than one paid for, think of all that risk and discomfort that poor person might be accustomed to. That cake must taste great!
😊😄 Yeah, I fancy it's a stolen cake is an amazing reward of the 'stealing' adventure. I'm glad you liked it, my blessings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A good start, B. L. W. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks