Milk and Cookies

Milk and cookies

If I were an ice cold mug of milk

You would be my cookie

If I were a gambler’s winning wager

You would be my bookie

If I were a slippery shower stall

You would be my bar of soap

If I were a gypsy’s fortune foretold

You would be my horoscope 

If I were an old horseshoe hanging

You would be my rust

If I were a long boat’s bellowed sail

You would be my gust 

You and I go hand in hand

Two hearts that beat together 

Mirrored souls of love entwined

A bond to last forever

John Snelling

10:14:23