I sat by the window,
On an old comfortable chair.
I felt the soft, gentle breeze,
Caressing my calm face.
I was not alone,
For I had someone with me.
My companion was quiet,
Yet pleasant was its company.
I held a china plate,
Ornamented with specks of gold.
A simple thing turned into a treasure,
With fascinating decoration in proportionate measure.
In the centre sat the tempting delight,
Glazed with white, snowy foam;
Its lightness reminded me of clouds,
And how smoothly it flows.
A sweet purple coloured syrup,
Nothing less than pure velvet,
Spread gently over the white foam
And glistened its surface like gold.
The cheesecake looked so divine!
Food fit for Gods I thought.
I wasn’t one myself,
But lucky to enjoy it all the while.
The delicate foam all over,
Let the spoon in without any protest.
Scooping out gently a portion of the cheesecake,
And smothering itself without any detest.
A brilliant blend of interesting things;
White cloudy cream
Thick mulberry syrup
There was more to it than it seemed.
To my surprise I also found,
Small yummy chunks of mulberry;
It was hidden within and on finding it,
I felt like an explorer on a journey.
This is how I spent my afternoon,
Watching the birds sing some tune.
With a piece of cheesecake on my plate,
I felt no worries nor any care.