Wafting, wandering through the house
Vapors caressing, swirling about
Searching for and finding perch
Within my nose, my smile, my smirch

She brews a stew
With a sorcerer’s charm
Blending a beguiling brisket of beef
She steals my soul, like a culinary thief

At times I nod off
For just a little while
To awaken from savory scents
That brings a smile

Each recipe contains
A pinch of this, a pinch of that
But her unique recipes possess a peculiar potion
Filled with her blend of love and devotion

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