my great love


I see your round face

a wafting aroma

towards you I want to pace

and savor your colors

richness of red

and burnt sage flavors

the golden gleam of your shine

perfection and imperfection

I treasure them mine

its inside your beauty

where I always dine

I want you in slices 

slices of eight

you are my pizza

to eat I cannot wait.

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A humorous poem. Portrays a person's fascination over pizza and satirizes this.

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