pancakes.

By: Mrwan Yahia

and there she was,
as elegant as ever,
as breathtaking as ever.
a gust of wind blows over her hair,
and she reacts with a little smile;
a smile the world won't ever recover from.
how did she settle for me again?
she takes another bite of our shared pancakes,
honey drizzling all over the plate,
i'd mistake it for her pure, sweet soul. 
i gaze off into her sunny eyes
trying to process it all, but it's surreal.
for this is much more than a simple breakfast;
this is the definition of heavenly.