Poetry About Good Love
Feels like the first bite of oven-baked cookies.
He’s like the cool side of the pillow
that you know is there
and you can’t wait to be with
He’s the hug you always wanted
firm, but never trapping
and held just long enough to mean love.
He’s the first bite of fresh-baked cookies
whose warmth feels familiar, but just novel enough
to feel like the first time, every time
He’s like your favorite…