My love for you overlooks your weight
I see a big heart with a cozy hug
A food enthusiast who is never fat
It could be my own muffin tummy that understands
We can share our thoughts on a chocolate or vanilla cake
Without the hesitation to stop munching
We sleep at night with a smile
No guilt on what transpired on the table
It is not always about how much delectable were consumed
It is the company, the conversation, the delight
The appreciation for a chef who prepared a beautiful thing on a plate
Out of skills, out of art and out of love
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