At the Bakery

This story I am baking

with chocolate and vanilla

I add some cream and sugar

with love, I am smiling

The crust and crumble

will never make this love tremble

Even though I stumble yet 

the memories are unforgettable

I knead the dough and roll it 

Put some icing and sprinkle it

I make some shapes and the first

is heart and peace, "They burst"

Fix myself a plate and a cup of bittersweet 

cookies while feeling sour and salty

Everything changes as the birds tweet

and I am still having my own party

Meet me at the bakery

It will set us free

No one will see but a cookie

that always accompanies with

a cup of coffee and our story

When you see me

Greet and have a seat

Small talk is a good start

Sweet talk is the best part

Eye to eye

We talk about life

Life that sets us apart

and here comes the tart

Slice it for you with a sharp knife

Just like love, it is never dull

It cherishes every day 

If the bad comes then we slay it

and put it on a tray

Throw it far away

It is curfew

Time to close

I will see you tomorrow

with another dose of love

Just follow and you will not shallow