The Chef I Loved

"She was a culinarian, a cook, a chef."

The first time I saw her,
She sprinkled bits of joy in my life;
She made all of my nights sleepless.

I met her
And she tenderized my heart
With her gentle touch from that simple handshake.

We grew upon each other;
And she dipped my heart
With the special kind of love she made.

Time strengthened our love;
And she cooked it to
make something sweeter and better.

But things began to fall off;
My love for her was burning
In the cold fires of hatred.

Disgust drifted us apart;
And she endlessly devoured
My wounded heart.

The blessed world I knew faded to black;
She threw up my love on the ground
And left it to decay from its bitter memories...