Gingerbread - A Poem

One of the first poems I ever wrote. Age: about 13

From coast to coast it wanders through;

Like drenching rains, a life is new.

W sing a song while wings aflame,

Find us calling on the other's name.

And desire comes, as ours, the pleasure;

Finding something in the other to treasure.

Back on earth we know the glee

Of having the other and they to see.

But many things are left behind;

What may be dull might once have shined.

So is it a lie when it is said,

That love is sweet as ginger bread?