Sans a wrong one, I suppose,
there were so many desserts that I froze,

Ice cream so cold, but sponge cake my heart chose.
A Victoria juxtaposed to macarons that were colored rose,
Too sweet a treat to oppose, with an aroma that rose all the way up to my nose.

Blueberry jam delicately exposed,
Along with whipped lemon cream unenclosed, snowy powdered sugar superimposed.

I savored each bite, my taste buds aglow,
As my love for confections surely showed.

And as I finished my last morsel with a sigh,
I knew my love for sweets would never die.