Everyday, she makes a note to eat it
Never forget it
For she wants to feel that way.
Chocomatic. Caramelistic.
Cherry-Nougat-Swirl.
It doesn’t really matter,
As long as it’s the goods;
The sweet stuff.
And with every bite,
She can feel her heart
Begin to glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem