My Sweet Lover

My love was sweet and always my favorite,
It’s always at my house, and was really contagious
It’s aroma would linger in my room

And I would love to have it, even under the moon,
When it left my life I was so upset,
It was something I would never forget,

Until it came back in my life
I couldn’t cut it with a butter knife
But now I know it goes to say
I’m really in love with my PB and J