Your Cooking, My Heartburn

In the kitchen, you’re a daring chef,

With bold experiments, you never clef.

Your culinary skills, a wild delight,

Turn our dinner into quite the sight.

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The smoke alarm, our evening song,

As you assure me, “It won’t take long.”

With pots and pans in chaotic dance,

Our kitchen becomes a game of chance.

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You try your best, with heart so true,

Creating dishes out of the blue.

But your soufflé falls, your roast is tough,

And yet, my dear, it’s all enough.

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Your chili’s hot, a blazing fire,

A taste explosion to inspire.

My taste buds scream, my eyes they burn,

Yet for your love, I always yearn.

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The pasta’s mush, the steak’s well-done,

But dining with you is always fun.

Each meal you make, a grand surprise,

With love and laughter as the prize.

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We sit and eat, I praise your flair,

Ignoring bits of charcoal there.

For in each bite, though taste may spurn,

I cherish you, despite heartburn.

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Your efforts shine, your passion clear,

In every dish, you bring me cheer.

Our love’s the secret recipe,

A blend of laughs and culinary spree.

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So here’s to you, my kitchen knight,

With all your meals, both wrong and right.

For in this culinary adventure we partake,

It’s love, not food, that we truly make.

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Your cooking, dear, though wild and free,

Brings heartburn, but also glee.

With every charred and spicy kiss,

I find my love, my heart’s true bliss.