sonnet 4

la torta

We've now this process of interaction
A certain kind of magic in love's form
Mixing each one's elements, creation
Quantities of which are in uniform
I commence with a pinch of flour and yeast
You then add a dash of water and heat
From us then comes unity none the least
Baking with this distance would be our feat
In whatever gusto this cake would take
An explorable taste one cannot ignore
All the spills and burns taken in its wake
'Tis secret attribute, relish, savor!
Will of His' makes it satisfactory
This cake we bake is all for His glory!