The Way to His Heart

Why do I worry about what to wear?
For you would rather see me bare.
Why do I wonder how I look?
For you would rather see me cook.

The way to your heart is what you eat.
So in the kitchen where we meet
I've got all of my bases covered you know.
So why should I fret over looks or clothes?
This is the least of all my woes.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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