You could bake for me cupcakes,
To then smother with thick gravy.
And I would eat them.
I would.
And as long as you were there,
To witness me doing this...
The smile on my face would be genuine.
Not a grimace from me would you see.
I would never be able to explain to anyone,
What it is I feel.
Or the depths of the love felt,
I have for you.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-it-is-i-feel/
