Kitchen Love

I remember watching you cook
A dance among pots and things.

Aromas and flavors blended
With smoky, burnt oven remains.

Oh your vocabulary during those moments
Colorful, extreme, piercing. 

I remember smiling and not grasping
The second I realized I loved you. 

All of your quirks and flagrant vowels. 
Imperfections that make you perfect.
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