I'm so grateful that you take the time

to cook the wonderful meals, you cook for me.

When you cook for me I can hear your music playing on the loudspeakers

And it doesn't bother me at all.

You cook with love, with joy and with passion.

You marinate the meat, the chicken and the fish

in a way that makes me want to hug you and nibble your neck.

The aromas of salt, pepper, oregano and parsley

breeze through the kitchen and the entire house.

It reminds me that you're alive, that you're with me

and that you feed me because you love me.

I'm the luckiest person on Earth

because someone so wonderful, so amazing,

so beautiful and so important is

cooking for me, is keeping me alive and functional.

I love your cooking because

I know that when you cook

You're saying to me that you love me,

that you care, that you want to share,

that you want me happy and well.

The meals that you cook are delicious.

I know that you do this on purpose,

that you bake cake, that you make coffee

and that you cook steak because

consuming what you cook isn't enough.

You want me to taste and to devour your cooking

the same way I make love to you

with unwavering devotion.