You put the ire in desire

If I could fill

Each of your desires

And have you want

For nothing

Today you drove at the sunset and the clouds were pink 

And you turned Taylor Swift as loud as she would shout

"Shake it off/shake, shake it off" blasted across Front Street

And you pulled into Aliyah's Ice Cream Place, tires screeching

And bought yourself a small chocolate cone

I would have

Bought thousands

Of ice cream cones

If only you would ask