What You Are To Me

You are the caramel. Seductive and sweet, molten silk personified.
You are the strawberry. Amazing vibrancy and ripe as Spring in the middle of Winter.
But you also can become the vinegar, potent and bitter as angry thunder.
Though I know the storm will pass.
When the clouds clear,
You become the marshmallow. Soft and bubbly with childlike laughter.
You are my buffet.