Reduced.

        Reduced.

In a matter of days,

You've gone swiftly from

Brenda with a smile,

To 'B' whom I hold,

A girl made of gold,

Accepting love I've sold...

Melted down to a 'B',

Some type of love imagery,

Shortened but not in grace,

A reason for my smiling face,

And one I crave to taste,

Before love go to waste...

Bringing it back down,

Describes my internal mood,

To have a fondness to extrude,

Something chaste but nothing rude,

That I have to eat like food,

My awesome 'B' who comes from......

…Bude.......