Submitted By: bjorling

She bakes cookies
With a special touch,
Rich like chocolate
That means so much;
She's sweet as sugar
With a morning kiss;
Who'd believe
That life could be like this?

She baked me a cake
For no reason;
It's just her way,
Her warm affection;
When my spirits
Have abandoned me,
A taste of her love
Is that that I need.

Taste and see
What love can do;
Each day begins
And ends with you;
Like the sweet scent
Of precious wine,
I'm so glad
That her love is mine.

Author: Joel Bjorling
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