In a sunlit park, where breezes play,
Little Amelie laughed on a warm summer day.
With a cone in her hand, a swirl of delight,
Her eyes sparkled bright, a sweet, joyful sight.
Chocolate and vanilla, they danced on her tongue,
Each scoop a soft melody, sweetly unsung.
As drips ran down fingers, giggles took flight,
In the heart of the moment, all felt just right.
So simple, this joy, in a world that may fray,
Amelie and her ice cream, love's perfect bouquet.