Sonnet 7

  • Oft I do wake to aromatic smells,
  • That lift me off my moribund bed.
  • Cinnamon spice, honey, fragrant yeast swells,
  • Sugar and cream await my sleepy head.
  • Delicate trimmings of vanilla lace,
  • Lay strewn about careful dabs of delight,
  • A sight to withhold whilst yearning to taste,
  • Fluffy gobbets of blissful berry bites.
  • I'll quell my torment and gently wait,
  • Til this bakery opens with your smile,
  • To find a longing heart's sole satiate,
  • And pray it lingers for more than awhile.
  • My dear delicattessan of the heart,
  • Shall thou forever be my morning start.

Notes

I've always thought about referring to some future girlfriend in terms of baked goods, ie muffin, cupcake, gingerbread, black forest raspberry white chocolate truffle, old-fashioned donut, etc. She probably wouldn't acknowledge all the names equally though (have any of you ladies been called old-fashioned donut before?).

All in all, many parallels can be drawn between baked goods and girls, and this sonnet may have a deeper meaning beyond its literal reading. The quatrains are constructed narratively in respect to your sensual exposure to the baked treat; first smell, then look, and finally taste. And i wrote the heroic couplet first, letting it frame everything else. It flows well so I'm pretty happy with it. Initially, I was planning on basing it all off the dessert names mentioned in the inspiration box, but something better happened I guess.

— Huy on