Take a bite
My grandson came with a heart shaped biscuit
Hopping and giggling said:
Grandpa!
It is too big
It cannot be my heart
Is it yours?
I said: Bite
'Nay you will be in pain'
He said.
I said biscuits are sweet,
Hearts are sweeter
My heart is the sweetest
Take a bite, crunch
You will taste it sweet
And I will ache sweet.
With the touch of your tiny teeth
And rosy soft lips
My heart wil turn into a pumphouse of honey.
I wish
My heart were a crunchy biscuit.
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