Robin

So astonished Was I when I saw you, From my safe little corner across The room, Behind the glass like all the pastries That were available to me Not barred by the displays indeed, I watch you move. The indulgence of the moment, I take in your design That blaze of robin eggshell blue, That coating which enhances Your fair and flawless skin Illuminates your heart-shaped face And calls the angels, if they Prove to be, To cast a dancing beam inside Your eyes And wings cushion your feet With unbroken grace on which you Walk So when you go, at least you glide But your flight reveals the Chocolate locks, The cake in and of itself That frames the floured face And beaming eyes That cake, so rich and moist Tied up high like a curtain Left unchecked, still beautiful Would drown All these things, I observe In a minute or less And as I stand to go (Not on angel's wings, unluckily) I take my one final glance At the baker's pride And joy, Satisfied at last when I do Beholding such sleek art In your chocolate-veiled Neck tattoo