wholesome
about a woman
who knows
how to bake
an apple pie.
how she tells you to sit
down.
take your shoes off.
let me cut you a slice.
she pours the milk
and puts out a fork
and knife.
would you like a scoop
of vanilla ice cream
on that.
yes dear, i tell her,
that would be nice.
she's throws in a kiss
to the cheek.
and smiles, saying
no charge for that.
we're in love, and
i promise you, we'll
never fight
if you make me your wife.
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