This will prove it.
An Ode to Candy Corn
Oh, candy corn
How do I love, thee?
Let me count thy stripes.
I love thy orange like the set of day
That in its saturated sweetness
Does fit so snugly to the tops of anterior molars
Like thy love
To be savoured raptourously hours hence
I love thy yellow like the shorn fields of wheat
That bask in autumnal morning glow
On the surface of my tongue
To elicit sweet chills of pleasure upon my spine
I love thy white
Like the snow that frosts the pinnacles of the Rockies
The way it lifts my mind
To all things eternal
But most of all, I love all three,
Melded together in the trinity of perfected love
that binds us as one,
Now and until the Eve of All Hallows.
© 2012 Sue Farrell Holler