But fate had plans, it seemed,
To ignite love's flame, where pots steamed.
His taste buds, a dulled sensation,
"Delicious" or "amazing" his sole dictation.
Finding honest critique was a quest,
In his simple words, love manifested best.
The kitchen became our meeting place,
Where nourishment and stories we embrace.
Each dish I served, a tender reveal,
Love's essence, in flavors concealed.
We ventured into uncharted menus,
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