Full.

If love was a hurricane of
Foaming Leaveners
Rainbow Jimmies
And chocolate veneer
Then I am a tree; bending beneath the weight of its dough and delicacy.

This love is not measured by words spoken or kisses pecked, but instead in dozens, boxed up in a heavenly ventilation of aromatic romance.

Pink                                                                                             Filled
White                                                   flat topped
  Tanned;         Crumbled

Love knows no boundaries; it only knows the dimensions of a sphere.  A dunk into the depths of COS(2π) lets the other delicacies of the world know who is boss.
I want to live in a world where a hole is not empty, but instead abundant. I want to live in a world where long, short, round, flat, filled and all colors can coincide in a warm oven of equality.
I want to live in a world with Donuts.

Empty.