For the Love of Flapjack

My love for thee is like a star,
It burns so bright and strong.
And when I hunger for thy touch,
It plagues me all day long.

My lips, they long to taste thee,
And thy tempting, chewy taste.
Every moment that I spend with thee
Is never one to waste.

Oh my love, my adoration,
Is thine and thine alone.
For when I do not see thee,
The pain doth make me groan.

For thy crispy, oaty flavour,
Soft syrup in between.
If you'll be the king of my heart,
Then I shall be thy queen.

The End

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