Choco...

One without a dead ringer,
Her taste, it does ever linger;
Not one to melt in my hands,
She is the best from all lands.

She's crafted like a rose,
Rings the bells to my nose,
Making my eyes close,
Leading me to repose.

It's just a matter of a peck,
The titillation of all of a sec,
The white flag is unfurled,
As she conquers my world.

A most delicious shade of brown,
Dabbed over my every frown,
I'm her fool,  I'm her clown,
She's my favourite chocolate in town.