Ode to Joy

Ode to Joy

Opining of you day and night.

I don't think I will win this fight.

Not imitation but tried and true

My mouth waters just thinking of you.

Your elegance stirs my imagination.

To have you, what a sweet sensation!

But to yield, what a disaster!

Hold me back, oh walls of plaster!

Unfettered from this awful strain,

Breaking loose the very last chain,

I am here now, don't be coy,

Surrender, my sweet Almond Joy!