Misery has no chance of overwhelming you.

Lenient are thy limbs and causing pain you refrain to do.

Surrounded by gold, your life is all splendid and sweet.

Reminded not of the world below, full of pain and deceit.

Flaws, one cannot find in you, you are perfection

yet unseen by you still, this beauty in your conception

A face conjured from that of great goddesses –

merely known to many, a face of broken promises.

without seeking the depths, one cannot know you well

He shall adjure to tear the walls and break the spell.

And when all arises, you will be liberated from your own hell.

In the mixing bowl
thou hast perfected praise.
Conforming to your mould,
your flaky crust begins to rise.

Steamy and buttery out of the oven,
you make my life chill,
when the morsel of butter enters the
    blueberry canyon
to have its fill

Chemically inducing nirvana,
a world in the eye of God,
blueberry bursts of epic epicness
down my throat you trod.

In my stomach you swim, my friend.
"It is not good for muffin to be alone,"
pop goes the cherry muffin to join you,
and in swims a blueberry clone.

Nom nom nom.