If Love Were a Recipe

You carefully weigh it out And measure it out in exacting proportions With specific ingredients You do not cook without Everything you need for the recipe... But I on the other hand Go by touch and feel With what feels right at the moment My art, as with my love is abstract Not perfect, but special and unique While you sit around waiting to cook Waiting for the perfect woman to love... I, on the other hand am licking my lips And enjoying my sweet, bitter, strange concoction And enjoying every minute of it! I may not have a winner, someone perfect to be with forever But as with anything in life, I live for the moment Knowing that every day is precious and fleeting Never knowing exactly how long it will last And as with cooking in life I will let my heart feed on whatever strange love It chooses to taste And my love will taste sweet in my heart!