Golden Mornings and Pancake Dreams

In the golden light of dawn, the kitchen gleams,

Filled with scents that stir our dreams.

A symphony of batter, gently spun,

Awakens under the morning sun.

Oh, pancakes, soft and warm, a perfect round,

In your embrace, our hearts are found.

From griddle’s kiss, your edges turn to gold,

A crown of joy in stories told.

The sizzle sings a melody so sweet,

Love’s alchemy in every beat.

With syrup’s amber, a rich cascade,

A sweetness in each layer laid.

We gather ‘round with fork in hand,

In breakfast’s joy, together stand.

A stack of love on plates displayed,

In each embrace, a memory made.

Butter melts like tender sighs,

As morning blooms in sleepy eyes.

Each bite a bliss, a gentle touch,

In pancakes’ love, we feel so much.

From fluffy heart to golden crust,

In pancakes, pure affection’s trust.

They whisper softly, “Come and see,

The simple grace of you and me.”

In every bite, a story told,

Of warmth and love, and hands to hold.

A love that rises, soft and true,

In every pancake shared with you.