Our fondest memories sweeten my dreams
Like buns, jellies and cakes a child adores,
Like pastries, too, that knew no other creams,
The name remembered most and called is yours;
I plan to make a confection of sort,
Your smiles and kisses sealed in tetra packs,
That I can take when passing through each port,
Packed neatly in dark duffel bags and sacks;
But bother not to save the smirks and grins,
Though they could make my days to brighten more,
For when a better luck for me begins,
There is no need for canned laughter in store;
........My love, I must have you as best recourse,
........So I can take the goods right from the source.
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