Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Love of Pavlova

White was the colour
That whisked its way through
Sugar coated crystals of particles
Huddled together

Tugged in to itself
Wrapped in circular motion
This is really a true love potion
Rise from its base
Hunger is erased

Smoothing of creamy textures
Fill its centre so lonely
Fruit is the juice that drips along its edges of delight
Lovingly placed
Enjoy the happiness of subtle happiness
That fills your inner soul

Over come with all the tastes
Closing your eyes with each mouthful of pleasure
This is truly as white dusty fruit filled basket of treasure
No other dessert can measure
The captivating flavour of pavlova’s grasp

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