I Like Oatmeal He Eats Veal

I like oatmeal and he eats veal. Neither of us consume seal or eel. We both like to keep things real. Laughter from us is a hearty peel. His ideas are hard as steel. Mine are more imaginary and surreal. I sometimes pray after a hearty kneel. Thanks that God sent me the real deal. I like orange and red, he likes gray and teal. But together we are an even keel. In no way is he ever a cad or a heel. I love the way he makes me feel. We do disagree on almost every meal. I like oatmeal and he eats veal.