Bittersweet

Will you be mine?
It's a popped question
Aye is a skyrocket to heaven
Nay is a skydive without a parachute

The unknown yield makes life exciting
Fear for nay
And a doubtful aye
Don't you know, it's just the icing

True flavor is tasted when the cake is naked
Made of a various flavor in this world of flour
Crumbled, rolled, twisted on a baker's table
Even the perfect pie is baked over a heated core

Embrace the brownies covered with peanuts
If it's what yields from a supposed to be mousse
Brownies may not be soft and smooth as mousse
But still gives sweetness from an imperfect life's juice

To sift through pains
Is an experience gain
To be a better player
In life's next game