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Oct 2017
Love . . .
A clear mind knows its desperate need
all would it give away for Love

Life: our bodies, our houses, our work
are all what makes the table and its dinnerware
Set for us to feast on Love
(don’t enjoy the fork too much, it’s only a vehicle for Love)
The Chef of Love is God, and with his very essence feeds us
Only the best he does prepare
though only appetizers have we yet eaten
Only tasted just have we, before death,
of our feast of Love

An apple is our love from mother
The cinnamon? It’s father’s
The sugar is our sibling laughter
And roses come from daughter
the cheese is Love from son
the salt is every friend
And wheat comes from our lover
But each of these ingredients
burst forth of his words uttered
From the Chef himself
Himself the feast of Love
Elioinai
Written by
Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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         Tehillah and Shahnaz
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