The CakeA Poem by Rose of GondorTuesday morning
I take out the tools
I mix the ingredients
I pour the rich, caramel-colored liquid
As I wait I wonder how it's going to taste
The sweet aroma fills the air
"It's done," I say "Oh, darling, it's the best cake ever," she cries,
Deep down inside I know
It was love
It was love © 2011 Rose of GondorAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 20, 2011 Last Updated on December 20, 2011 AuthorRose of GondorNCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise, AntarcticaAboutPreviously known as Phantom Rose. Hi guys! I figured I should change my profile now that it's been a bit. Anyway. I'm an Asian girl with a lot of interests in various forms of art performing, v.. more..Writing
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