I am a baker.
And I don’t mean by profession—no.
I mean I love baking for you.
From choosing a recipe I know will light up your face,
to carefully selecting the best ingredients—because you deserve nothing less.
Whisking the dough by hand until my arm burns like fire,
slipping it into the oven, probably burning myself—but never telling you.
Decorating it as if solving a math problem,
every detail measured, every touch precise.
Then, the best part—watching you take that first bite.
Because if I bake for you, I love you
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Author:
Freddi (
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- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
A great metaphor and was well stated in poetic form
A loving baker who cares about their poetry, cleverly stated in this lovely read
Lovely little poem. Filled with love. Good use of metaphor. I enjoyed reading you.
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