I see,
Hazelnut cream cheese
On a hazelnut bagel.
Bit too much hazel,
Not enough bagel.
Taste-able,
Incredible, this bagel must be
Warm, toasty,
Oh-em-gee.
But wait wait wait,
A hole in this bagel?
In the center is absent,
A portion of hazel
Unacceptable!
This former hazel
Ex-bagel,
Is no longer enjoyable
A hazel with a hole
Is a bagel without a soul.
And yet, a bagel without the hole
Is no different from an ordinary roll
Or a bun,
So to be cinnamon, raisin,
Would be synonymous to be, human
Because everyone at least,
Has one missing piece.
Like pieces of pastry,
Without the yeast.
Which eestablishes,
That it’s normal to be incomplete
Like this bagel I was about to eat
At least until, you meet
That someone that you keep
Dreaming of in your sleep
The better half of your soul,
Whose hazel eyes
Fills that heart inside
Just as a bagel’s hole,
Should be hazel-full.
Nice picture…Very…cool