Marble #09

With a knife,
What a nice surprise,
Chop chop into the pot,
Till you hear the sizzling.

Breathing in, and waiting,
Spices sprinkled,
Fairy dust on top.

The secret to this menu?
Oh you ask the impossible.

Because the only book I use,
Is written in a language,
No one can understand.

The language of love,
Something I can describe but never pronounce.
Because my dear,
This dish is,
As colorful, as rich,
As my love for you.

Unable to be forgotten, unable to be recreated.