He didn't care about her looks.
All that mattered to him was that she was a good cook.
When she was in a kissing mood.
The only thing that he wanted to kiss was her food.
He always felt that there was something missing.
Whenever she wasn't cooking in the kitchen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The more you have the more you want and it makes the chef more creative...good one