Cakes of Love

Cakes of Love Coconut macaroons she sold the nice little girl at the cake shop, I was eating macaroons every day, but Sundays when the shop shut and I pined for Monday. My sister said I was in love with the shop assistant, which I angrily denied I never spoke to her except placing my order of seven coco macaroons and I avoided looking at her. Everything comes to an end one day she wasn´t there so I didn´t bother asking for my macaroons, bought a loaf instead… But coconuts followed me around in Jamaica I used to drink its milk early in the morning before going on board to start the tedious work of making breakfast for a sullen crew and I was smelling of fragrance of love made in nights of succulence Years roll on bloody unstoppable; whatever I do there is always be a boring Sunday, followed by the promises a Monday brings. Fifty years later I met a woman of full years her father had had a coconut farm in Congo and like me she love macaroons.