In the heart’s quiet kitchen, love begins to stir,
A symphony of flavors, where memories recur.
The sizzle of onions, the warmth of baking bread,
Each aroma whispers the words unsaid.

A dash of laughter, a sprinkle of tears,
Mixing in moments collected over years.
The dance of spices, a melody so sweet,
In every bite, the past and present meet.

The table set with care, a gathering divine,
Where stories are shared over food and wine.
The clinking of glasses, a harmonious toast,
Celebrating the bonds we cherish the most.

In this embrace of flavors, we find our way,
A feast for the soul at the end of the day.
The heart’s kitchen, a sanctuary of grace,
Where love is the ingredient that holds us in place.