By Ben Laurin

Shall I compare you to the beauty of a bride?
Your curves concealed beneath the layers of shining attire
When in your presence my anguish is cast aside
The warmth of your soul fuels me like a fire
How I await your company every day
The seconds tick away until I can fall into your embrace
For every second we’re apart my soul starts to decay
In the depths of your love myself I encase
So day by day I return to your abode
To chase the taste that forever I crave
If we ever depart my heart would implode
The story of our love in my heart is engraved
Oh breakfast sandwich how I love you so
Your sausage, egg, and bun to go