Love in a Basket

Unleavened disaster, unleft and unbaked

Have I not a different heart for you to take

My basket lies cradled between your two arms

Soft pieces scattered within will come to no harm

Seen from here, you are all; tower, you cliff face

For hours, I could scale you, but it isn't a race

Unlike soft pieces that haven't shell or crust

Your entity is whole, your foundation is trust

But here lies the result, the efforts I've made

Better than nothing, held here open and afraid

Enough is a word I have never once endured

From your lips, if it'd pull free, I'd have the whole world

My basket is safe though my wares may be lacking

You carry me onward, no stumbles, no cracking

Stone eyes won't soften but stone arms will not bend

My baking's not finished;

this isn't the end