Sweetness rests like dew on grass in morning upon her lips
Through thoughts and words and actions
Sweetness tastes like icing of a cake upon her lips
As she watches with wonder at how he cares so distinctly
Sweetness spreads like hope's wildfire upon her lips
With every smile rising with each tomorrow's sun
Sweetness stays like the gentle kiss of lovers' bliss upon her lips
As she writes of the kindness she found held brightly in his eyes
Now I want cake, or at least some frosting.
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