As I walk down the streets
A normal stroll
Speculating whether i'll fall
Across an acquaintance, who rarely meets.
Then it comes with a jolt
I can feel the warmth
Suddenly i'm filled with unwavering faith
Courtesy that caramel breath.
But when I follow the smell, follow the sound
You are nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found.
When I have nothing to do
I usually think of you like very few.
In those moments of pride
Just like the unstoppable lips of a guide
It comes with a jolt
And with certainty I can tell
The smell of warm caramel.
I follow the heavy smell, the heart's sound
But you are nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found.
When I have the ball at my feet
I try my passes tidy and neat
I try my footwork that is often so sweet.
When I lock my target and pull the trigger
It comes with a jolt and I can see that compelling figure.
And I follow the crest, follow the swell
Oh! Let me see the source of this caramel.
All I can do is thump my tattoo
To search I am bound
But you are nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found.
When I don the stage
Killing opponents in a rage
Holding the trophies hostage.
My eyes skirt the audience
Looking for your emergence
I have already felt the smell
Its depth an unending well
Of the so familiar warm caramel.
When I write
I need no extra might
The words just flow
The pens just slide
As the number of lines grow
The thoughts just glide.
After I respect your inspiration
And read the work to myself
In rhymes I see your reflection.
I look for you near and far
And there you are
Piercing my heart with brown eyes
Standing out like a citadel
And spreading the aroma of caramel.