What It Is I Feel
You could bake for me cupcakes,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
To then smother with thick gravy.
And I would eat them.
And as long as you were there,
To witness me doing this...
The smile on my face would be genuine.
Not a grimace from me would you see.
I would never be able to explain to anyone,
What it is I feel.
Or the depths of the love felt,
I have for you.