Someday, I wish to feed you
With my bare hands
I might not be the best
In the art of cooking
All I can serve you
Is my love
With tears streaming from my heart
I will feed your soul
As you have fed mine
With your immense fervor
I will even rinse your face
Wiping the traces of your misery
With my humble layer
I wait for that day
When we will cry together
As I feed you
With my love.
©LR
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