Love for thee has an expression of hunger

With a heart of fire burning at 325 degrees Fahrenheit,

In your mind I know that my image will never hunker

Butter and flower will sift with sugar just right.

I will extract the divine milk from your vanilla

Dry and wet will blend with our desire,

Together we will knead and make smooth my sweet Nella

We will feast for fear we fear they will expire.

-Howell