So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground .
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As twixt a miser and his wealth is found
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure.
Now counting best to be with you alone,.
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure
Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look .
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
by William Shakespeare
I wrote my most loved poem as a tribute to ur food u have made.......
Man it looks delicious as hell..
I wish i could eat it from my phone screen😂😂