Love Food (Chicken Soup for the Soul)

Your love is like a tasteful fruit for the heart,
     If I could, I would eat you up like bowl of chicken soup for the soul,
Slurping my bits to savor every last flavor and drop on the tip of my saturated tongue,
     If I could, I would make it last a lifetime.

The comfort you bring emanates from your steam, roasting into the air,
     Warming my saddles you've turned my insides into a melt of a higher degree,

Sipping You...

You've done it again, and by what means I shall never know,
     A care that is not of my own.

This is enjoyable... I'm thinking..

Your love food fills me, beyond my hearts desire,
     A meal that diminishes my everlasting hunger I will always admire,
No customary currency could ever purchase a dine,
     No single person could replicate with the finest of candles, steak, and wine.

I am talking of a craving that cannot be fixated with the immediate substances at hand,
     No, but of an addiction that is not conquered even by the ruling of all lands,
A cook could not cauldron a meal of such health,
     While a heart built of strength cannot be bought with such wealth,

        Your chicken soup for the soul by far, was the best of all love food.