I like ice cream.
I like the way it feels
On my tongue
In my mouth.
So cold, but
Soft and hard, all
At the same time.

I like ice cream.
I like the way it tastes.
My taste-buds quiver
In joyful wonder.
A small sample of
Heavens snowy bliss.

I like ice cream.
I like the way it smells.
A sweet, sugary confection.

I like ice cream.
I like the way it sounds.
Listen close enough and
You will hear
The mellow sound of harp-strings
Being plucked by angel’s wings.

I like ice cream.
I like the way it looks.
White and fluffy, like
Heaven’s clouds, with
Sprinkles making a rainbow for me.

I like ice cream.
It is something I adore.
Whenever I finish
All my being asks for
More, More!