It is said there's a spread between two slices of bread,
it's a well-mastered practice that's taken widespread.
In lieu of plain toppings, stacked with kindness instead,
with fillings of gladness and fresh green go aheads,
and a melty-good smile, you'll surely drop dead.
Stuffed with spells of magic to make one heels over head,
a saucy-bit messy, if it's tidy lunching you dread.
You may even catch a sliver of spirited red.
I built you a sandwich in fond reminisces,
topped with leaflets of love, and covered in kisses.
With seasons of savory, and just a touch sweetened,
but most above all, it longs to be eaten.