How can the stars compete with its glow,
Its sugary whispers make rivers flow.
Mysteries lie in each latered fold,
Echoes of sweetness, treasures untold.
Love wrapped in frosting, a velvet embrace,
Every crumb a triumph, a fleeting grace.
Angels would barter their blessings,just for but a taste,
Humble yet perfect, never a waste.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 5th of Ios, in the year 9 AC.