Chef Poem 2 By Ryan Anthony Gibson
He does not soak her in his love, but marinades,
He does not broil her by flame, but warms her for tenderness,
A long process of braising through the many shades,
Of attention, to doctor the perfect moments completeness,
Such moments you cannot waste or overspend, but coddle and imbue,
With time does the mixture of all ingredients percolate,
Into one combination of all that makes many into one, into you,
So simmer he does his hot oven of thoughts, to umbellate,
In even chutes of a flowering affection from a single source,
From his heart does he make and bake perfections course.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson to Blake Webb on his love with Laura
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