Ode To Garlic

Hidden beneath your layers,
Your true self does emerge.
As each layer comes off
More of you is revealed.

Your smell is divine as if
something that cannot
be compared,
because nothing is as grand as you.

Oh my dear garlic, how your
surface is smooth yet cracked.
You silently watch those who
use your love for themselves.

None ever thank your for
your kindness,
or the sacrifice that you give them.
But cry not like the onion

Because I am here for you
my dear garlic.
And I thank you for your
help.

Your beauty is in the shape
of a heart,
As it is in in the taste of
your love.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this for creative writing when we had to write about a random object in a bag. I chose garlic because it is amazing.