Ode To The Steak I Just Made

O! And lo, there I see you lay,
Draped in spices and garlic sin
A succulent sear comes your way
And a juicy flesh lies within

But, hark! I hear your crackle now
A sign that soon you shall be done
An arduous look ‘cross my brow
For my heart you’ve already won

O! If to love is to taste– I will
Ive never met true love like yours
And as I press you to my lips
I exclaim my fervent adore

And when you leave my heart shall ache
My life will be a wash of blue
‘Til another of you I make
I’ll savor the memory of you