I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients
For making a child with a heart of Gold
That they were born holding a Medal
Which said they owned everything and All
Of it was because they had convictional Purpose
The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour
To thank the mother for Baking
An excellent batch of babies, Soda
Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt
Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter
The flavours of intellect and it also Softened
The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated
Smelled like caramelizing Sugar
Inside the room, the bodies Packed
Together to peer at the Brown
Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar
-like shrieks of life broke open the Egg
Of love and made it taste like Vanilla
Its tears looked the most Semisweet
A dripping fountain of Chocolate
Fondue, be careful not to Chip
The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely
Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped
With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts
And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if
Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired

“It was she, with a dazzling indomitable rationale,
Just as if she was not cognizant of her radiance,
I’ve become deciduous to the loss of her resplendence,
She did not have ornate belongings or fine silver,

Withal her convictional eyes of such alluring presence,
Eyes the color of the deep blue as the coral briny ocean,
It was as if she sings to me with her crisp simper smile,      
Her labium voice matched the rest of her natural beauty;
  
She was strikingly invigorating in her baroque ways,
The brisk breeze afore gleamed of incandescent fiber,      
How one could love one of such passive virtuosity amidst,
She suffocated beauty out of the fore deep sea,

Her eyes and face pertinently pensive in  awe,
Yet she radiated beauty as not aware to her person,
At that point exodus mercurial moment to joy amidst us,
To show her she was with such decorum,
Neither of us would feel hunger again as one?
With our stimulant chalice of my Abundant Artistry”  
    By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/28/2019 #164