Love and Cake are not Alike

 

If love was a cake,

Luscious six layers

With velvet frosting

And dainty flowers

Of rainbow colors,

Then each piece eaten

Would bring you closer

To the last.

No matter how quickly

Or slowly,

How subtly

Or cleverly,

How artfully

Or cunningly,

How tediously

Or diligently

That you eat each piece

You could not stop

Its eventual demise.

It would be gone

With only memories

Remaining.

But good fortune it is

That love and cake

Are not alike.

Of love we may partake

Light heartedly

Or seriously,

Ardently

Or serenely,

Impetuously

Or leisurely,

Hastily

Or deliberately.

With love, we can have

And eat, too.

It will grow

Abundantly.

 

But heed you now----

When thoughtlessly

We ignore and

With insensitivity

We shun,

Pieces then are cut

And one by one

They fall away.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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