Her Love for Chocolate
There was a time in my life,
Where I would write about what I like.
Now, there is a time in my life,
Where I will write about what she likes.
She told me, "chocolate is what I like",
I thought, then that's what I'll write.
It's been 22 years; there are lots that I have eaten,
But, writing about it left me completely beaten.
It's so seductive is what she told, when asked,
I noticed that a lot and the way she fought.
Let it seduce You is what I thought,
But, with restraint she is born and hence she fought.
We've all grown up, alright,
But, for chocolates and all we still fight.
It makes her sad when she does not eat the brown she likes,
Brown is what she wants to lose and the end is what she likes.
Uncontrolled - the urge, knowingly, she eats,
With treadmills and walks her heart beats.
She keeps telling me there is so much of that I can write,
Of how delicious its taste and of the feeling of might.
The feeling of might is of strange clay,
For, her smile for that chocolate makes my day .
For a second, here, I forgot what I was writing about,
Chocolates or her is what I thought.
