If Love Were a Recipe
You carefully weigh it out
And measure it out in exacting proportions
With specific ingredients
You do not cook without
Everything you need for the recipe...
But I on the other hand
Go by touch and feel
With what feels right at the moment
My art, as with my love is abstract
Not perfect, but special and unique
While you sit around waiting to cook
Waiting for the perfect woman to love...
I, on the other hand am licking my lips
And enjoying my sweet, bitter, strange concoction
And enjoying every minute of it!
I may not have a winner, someone perfect to be with forever
But as with anything in life, I live for the moment
Knowing that every day is precious and fleeting
Never knowing exactly how long it will last
And as with cooking in life
I will let my heart feed on whatever strange love
It chooses to taste
And my love will taste sweet in my heart!
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