Love of Food

Love of Food By Robert Muscarella
When I begin to crave you,
I will order you off the menu, even tofu.
My heart melts when I leave you on my plate.
So I cry into a tissue, that was given by my mate.

You will always be in my life, no matter how much you cost.
I will search deep in the refrigerator when you get lost.
I love you and always will.
But Food you will always run out and then I will have to pay the bill.