You're the Butter to My Toast

You're the butter to my toast, my dear,

Melting close, so warm and near.

Without you, I'm just dry and plain,

A crunchy mess, a breakfast bane.

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You spread with ease, so rich, so light,

Turning each bite sheer delight.

No burnt edges when you're around,

Just golden love, so safe and sound.

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Through morning rush or lazy noon,

You're my soft, sunlit spoon.

Life’s a griddle, hot and wild,

But with you, it’s sweet and mild.

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So stay, my love, don’t let me roast,

You're the butter—I’m your toast.