Waffle

One more morning

Sun breaks through

The darkened veil

To shine on you

The comfort comes

I pour the life

From heaven’s bowl

My daybreak wife

The knife I wield

The fork I stab

Still hot on plate

From burning slab

I’d marry you

My waffle dear

But laws prevent

Or so I hear…

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