Your excitement builds,
As you craft with your hands,
A meal for me-
One dear to your heart,
One that I've come to love.
You taste along the way,
Adding the ingredients slowly-
Letting it simmer.
I help by cutting the cucumbers and tomatoes,
A small, yet meaningful gesture.
I gently grace your back with my hand as you walk by,
And give you looks that only you can decipher-
You smile.
Egyptian bread on the side,
It's ready,
Fūl,
Made by you,
For me
I can taste the love as I nourish my body,
As you nourish my soul,
Such a small act, yet a big display of your affection.
My adoration grows.
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