Sweet Marzipan

Don't waste it.
You might not see it again.
The day was passing by the night.
The sun passed by the moon.

Convincing each other.
A figment of the imagination.
Does it exist.
The sweet marzipan.

We try to hide ourselves
Cloaked in darkness.
For love is a thing I can not eat.
The subject on how I greet.

A rather hold of my life.
My two legs and arms
Tempted.
I dream of the sweet marzipan.