Onion makes me cry

Cooked for you the other night
Main ingredient Love
Marinated in a sweet wine sauce
Garlic and sage carry the tender aroma that kissed my nostrils
Chopped onion simmered to perfected taste

Sipped Love with a cooking spoon for a tease
Mouth watering
Time to serve

You never said a word or looked my way while devouring Love
But as I studied your movements intoxication began filling you
Yet you avoided my stare and ignored my presence
No longer could I take this torture of watchin
Walked across the room past you to leave
Sensation dropped chills through every part of me

I wanted you to
Touch me
See me
Want me
Need me
Love...me


And then you did
Not the night I made love for you
Not with intoxication or of obligation

But in time...

Love not made, but grown
In time and patience
Care and tending
Through seasons and in time

U've taught me love

-Paige