The butterscotch is salty.
The chocolate is too sweet.
I mean who doesn't like sweet
But what if I like it plain?
Vanilla? Yes, Vanilla is plain
Vanilla is like evergreen forests of ice creams.
Vanilla is like the girl you marry
Not too sexy, not too sweet
Not too smart, not too dumb
'Cause With sexiness comes the eyeing eyes
With sweetness comes the mistaken flirt
With smartness comes the ego
With dumb? Well let's not talk about it.
Vanilla is kinda investment everyone makes.
Not too risky, not too rewarding.
Returns though uncertain can be anticipated rightly.
Vanilla is like diving into her eyes
Not deep, nor shallow
Not flooded, nor dry
Black or brown?
Boy, let's stick to white.
Vanilla is the ceiling of the hall
Not getting the recognition it deserve
You see that costly veneer designed in around the chandelier?
Supporting that is the white ceiling
White? Yes white.
Well, It got creamy with time. But never mind.
Vanilla is the season of spring for ice creams.
It looks delicious with dry leaves sitting around the trees
And with cherries alongside the blooming flowers.
Vanilla is like the tune of a popular song.
Which you can hum even when you forget the lyrics.
Beautifully plain and plainly beautiful.
Vanilla is you.
You? Yes, you.
You and what I know of you.
I taste it daily but I don't find it too sweet or too salty.
I find you vanilla.
Recurring scoops of constant joy.