Beautiful Love Poem

My incredibly handsome and talented boyfriend, Jake Yeager, was in a poetry class during his last year at Fresno Pacific. Every week I would look forward to the next masterpiece he would create, and every week I was blown away. There were two poems, however that especially stood out. The first was a love poem about Yours Truly. It was totally precious and romantic. However that wasn't the poem that made my heart skip a beat, my stomach fill with butterflies, and my eyes well up with tears This is the poem responsible for all of that. It's called "There You Stand, Above All." It's a glorious imitation of a Walt Whitman classic. Grab a box of Kleenex and enjoy. 

There You Stand, Above All

 

There you stand, above all—in charge and out of sight!

Taller than the golden arches—they have lost their metallic awe;

Taller than the Burger King’s crown—it has been usurped;

I celebrate your sovereignty instead; your red and white and yellow, your palm-tree cups,

your devoted disciples,

Who form lines out the door—hungry eyes and hopeful stomachs;

Who form lines down parking lot lanes—growling vehicles manned by eager drivers.

 

Rise up!  Either one, or two, or three, or four beef patties—one atop another, atop another, atop

another!

Tenderly will I indulge in that soft bun, which cradles the gentle meat, the hand-leafed lettuce

blanket, the ripe slices of tomato and onion and American cheese, the thousand island dressing that satisfies my craving with a thousand pleasures.

 

O rise up, you stack of old fashioned French fries, which began as the highest grade of potatoes, And were then cut, one by one, into piles of pure potential,

And were then baptized in one-hundred percent pure, cholesterol-free vegetable oil.

Although you are voiceless, your scent calls out the saliva from my taste buds;

Although you are animal-style, you tame my wild appetite with a mighty whip of flavor.

 

O In-N-Out!  My In-N-Out!  Rise up and hear me say:

Whether a single burger, a double-double, a single hold the onion;

Whether regular or animal fry, chocolate or vanilla shake,

Let your unmatched talent never give in,

Let your glorious taste never run out!

:) Maybe not all of America is as big of fatties as me and Yeager, but if that didn't change your life, I don't know what will.