Monday, 17 July 2017

Feed Me Happiness Dedicated To Your Culinary Skills



My mother taught me the way to a man's heart
That my heart may not become a road for rogues
I wish I could without deception refute this fact
But again you come catering for my heart
With the deliousness of your culinary skills
Putting my hunger and thirst to pleasing pastures
As the aroma of your delicacies delight my soul
With your skill you take me on a discovery journey
And I'm learning a new thing
Something mother never thought me
That a woman is the sole sweetening sauce
Of any finely prepared dish.
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