My Poetry. Culinary magic.

I am in awe
at how you look,
prepared so well
by a marvellous cook.

A plate that's
a true piece of art—
who would have known
this tasty start?

The aroma, deliciously real,
the best food today, by far.
My plate's empty, ready for more,
this deserves a culinary star.

The starter was a dream come true,
a beautiful sight, a true treat.
My eyes are in love with you;
your golden colour is sweet.

The steak, so beautifully done,
melted with each new bite.
The potatoes were roasted perfectly,
the vegetables were just right.

And now for the final course—
a plethora of fruit and cheese.
"Yes, I will have some more.
Try to stop me, please!"

My stomach feels relieved,
content with an awesome meal.
An artist would be proud of it—
it was completely unreal.