Cake

If I were a food, I'd be a delicious cake,

With layers of sweetness, that nobody can fake.

The first layer is made of my kindness and care,

And a pinch of patience, that I try to bear.

The second layer is my sense of humor and wit,

With a sprinkle of laughter, that's hard to resist.

It adds a flavor to life, that's sometimes bland,

And lightens up moods, like a wave on the sand.

The third layer is made of my creativity,

And a dash of curiosity, that never gets old.

It brings color to days, that are dull and gray,

And makes hearts sing, like a choir in May.

The final layer is my determination and drive,

With a generous amount of passion, that keeps me alive.

It fuels my dreams, and helps me achieve,

The things I want, and the goals I believe.