I dine out on love – all your fantastic foods 

Seduce the palate and outrage restraint

But grub is not the sum of all my goods

That sum is you – how could I have complaint

Of any part when you knit up the whole?

When eyelids’ opening finds a world of you

And closing, thoughts and dreams of my love too?

The flavour of your dishes thrills the beast!

And your own self make life itself a feast

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