Love Nouveau Poem by Charles Hancock

I don't recall what time
it was when we first met
Near the old five-and-dime
You were holding a baguette

The nearby bakery smell
Was overpowering to say the least
It was like a witch's aromatic spell
You were going to prepare a feast

Had you not had the urge to stop
And shop for a fresh baked good
To pair with the meal on your tabletop
I wouldn't have noticed your womanhood

That chance encounter we had
Proved to be a a good one indeed
Turning out to be our launching pad
For a romance still going at full speed

That was over twenty years ago
We still have french bread with our meals
For each new day with you is love nouveau
And you still drive me head-over-heels