In the quiet of the evening, our hearts begin to stir,
As the aroma of spices dances, our souls interweave.
A table set for two, under the moon’s gentle gaze,
Where love and flavors blend, creating a tender weave.
Each dish a whisper of affection, crafted with care,
A symphony of tastes, a melody of desire.
The warmth of the oven, like a lover’s embrace,
Inviting us to savor moments, our spirits afire.
Forks and spoons become instruments of devotion,
As we share laughter and glances, a feast of delight.
Our hands meet over the table, a silent promise,
In every bite, a story unfolds, love at its height.
With dessert, the sweetness of dreams realized,
A lingering kiss, the perfect aftertaste.
In every flavor, a memory, a love immortalized,
As we dine on affection, never in haste.