love is an ice cream cone

love is an ice cream cone
when asked
she always says
love is like an ice cream cone
on a sunny summer afternoon

if you're not careful with it
streams of regret
trickle down your fingers
and the soft cool
crunch of heartache
leaves a pool of
bittersweet sorrow
in your hand

when asked
she always says
love is an ice cream cone
lick it fast
before it melts

~ welker ~