The heart yearns,
The clock of desire spins, the heart finds itself in melted chocolate, riveting dreams of confection. Repeat it: the cookie cradles bittersweet memories, but the story repeats, echoes in vanilla whispers, like the moon kissing the horizon line, a caramel drizzle tracing the pulse of time. Again, it whispers... to the end and back, like stardust on fingertips.
The heart turns, looking beyond the stars to find solace in cookies that share tales of flames and moonlit dances. Looping, looping, always in favor of sweetness. The celestial bakers smile down upon our plight, an eternal spiral in a world coated with sugar icing.