Crumbs vs. Bakery: A Queen's Anthem for Unshakable Self-Worth

In a world of crumbs, where love is scarce and fleeting, I stand tall, a queen, my worth no longer retreating. Why settle for scraps, when a whole bakery awaits, A love so fulfilling, where my heart truly mates.

Breadcrumbs scattered, mere remnants of the past, A fleeting illusion, a love that will not last. Compliments and flatteries, a fleeting show, Leaving me empty, my heart aglow.

But a man who truly desires, his love will surely rise, Like a baker crafting bread, with passion in his eyes. Sourdough, cinnamon rolls, peasant bread so fine, A labor of love, a bond that will entwine.

With each bite of intention, my soul feels whole, Nurtured and cherished, my spirit takes flight and soars. For love is not about crumbs, but a feast so grand, A bakery of affection, where true love takes a stand.

So let me not settle for morsels so small, For I deserve the bakery, where love will forever enthrall. A queen deserves the best, a love that's true and deep, A bakery of devotion, where my heart will forever keep.