Puisi Dianti: A Simple Love Story

In the realm of pots and pans,

Where love and flavors dance,

Our tale unfolds, a simple delight,

A love story found in kitchen's light.

My husband, with a stern demeanor,

Yet his humor shines, making me gleam.

Together we navigate life's cuisine,

In his presence, love's essence beams.

A woman not fond of culinary affairs,

I seldom lingered, my time elsewhere.

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,

Together, we sought culinary venues.

Choosing recipes side by side,

In grocery aisles, our hearts confide.

Cooking together, a joyful endeavor,

In harmony, our bond would never sever.

Behind the stove, laughter resonates,

A symphony of love that never abates.

I sought his opinions, detailed and fine,

The taste, the texture, the presentation's shine.

Though simple were his words, I could see,

The joy in his eyes, as he dined with me.

Within the simplicity of our kitchen's reign,

Our love blossomed, free from strain.

With each humble dish that graced our table,

Love's richness grew, never to waver or crumble.

In the modest kitchen's tender embrace,

We discovered a love of unassuming grace.

Through humble meals, we found our way,

To happiness, in the simplest array.

Our kitchen became the stage,

Where love unfolded, chapter by page.

Though our tale may seem ordinary,

Love's poetry lies in the culinary.