Sarsaparilla

Sarsaparilla  Love is A trace of skin A whispered Zen That sweetly lingers Until you never Want it to end Love is sound So profound You want to hear It again and again Love is a checkmate Of time and space It’s the greatest face Any of us will ever In our lives place Love is comfort Love is bliss And this poem Would never let Me get away Without admitting Love is a chocolate Buttercream icing Cupcake kiss ©bk Sept 11,2012