Love You Like a Pop Tart

 Here you are in front of me,

There's nothing else that I can think,

it's more than beauty what I need,

and you've got it all.

To everyone I say "I love her",

to you I'm quick to say "I adore ya".

You're like a pop tart out of a toaster,

you know I want you all.

Brown sugar cinnamon, is what I recall,

the good ol' days as I fall

in my entirety for that smile.

You've known that for a while,

even when the miles kept us far,

we were young but not hasty

to fall in love.

And now Amor, you're like a toaster pastry,

that sweetness and deliciousness

are perfect for my sweet tooth, and heart.

Strawberry, blueberry or any other classic,

yes, you've got it all,

it's superbly fantastic,

to see you learn about the world,

and as you quickly turn ecstatic,

soul sparkles burst amiably,

through your eyes and smiles.

Cookies n' crème, s'mores remind me

of the wondrous spirit of yours,

wandering in adventures with wonder,

as we chased one another,

to the coziest campfire,

where we'd pretend to be planets,

in a silly attempt to slow down time,

You, Venus, and me Mars.

Yes, you're hot and I'm red,

you caused these blushes that I wear.

Many marvelous nights,

we'd spend chatting about

books or purple aliens,

or favorite ice cream flavors,

while at the end I'd tell you

"You're the favorite flavor of mine"

and shortly after a tasty kiss,

"I love you like a Pop Tart!"

Breakfast

Not going to skip you today.

Cause I've heard everyone say,

you're the most important,

the grandest, nutritious meal,

and I get it, it's a big deal.

So, I'm not going to miss

the opportunity of deliciousness

in a bow, milk and cereal.

It's not as fancy as portrayed

in TV commercials, but it's a step forward

towards you and I being friends again.

There is the box with colorful art,

with shiny graphics that are

competing for your attention

as you walk down the grocery aisle.

It's a sunny day and I'm feeling rebellious,

so I grab the gallon of milk,

and I'm pouring it first.

Waves

 Roaring waves on a starry night,

clinging from the dark, 

hugging shores,

turning white.

Nearby soon they meet the sands,

of long islands and humid lands,

Atlantic stories they unfold,

powerful melodies they hold,

here's a loud one that passes by,

matching winds of the sky,

harmonizing once again,

a playful dance between them,

gently sharing a part of each other,

softly carrying away the warm water,

embracing life and venturing wildly

across the town, on this night so muggy.

Through these sticky windows,

by these soothing sounds, amazed,

I am mesmerized by the majestic waves.