daily breed. baguette.

neither threat,
nor death, nor treat, nor deed,
can come between us.
i reap,
what you sow.
you spill,
what i tow.
on silk,
we have tread,
with time,
as our thread.
we digest what's been said,
while love bakes our bread.
knitting yearn in our head,
coats of pant,
slowly shed.
in deed-
we will wed.
tilled eat cannot duos part.