How do I love thee, let me count the ways,
on Sundays and Mondays, and holidays?
I love thee to the depth my taste buds can reach,
even when I’m out and when I’m under siege!
I love thee with the intensity of hazelnut and fudge,
in candlelight I love thee because you never judge…
I love thee purely and crunchy too,
in the late afternoons,
and when I’m blue!
In my dusty cupboards, you hide away,
I munch you with a passion that I cannot explain!
These old cravings and childish fantasies,
I love thee infinitely, with such capacity!
With Joy and laughter, I know I should eat grapes,
I love thee even though you’ve changed my shape…