Love, <br />take those red plum tomatoes, <br />in a garden where we used to dance, <br />swaying along with basil and thyme, <br />and our kisses glow under the rhythm of bossa nova. <br /> <br />Blanch them, <br />Can you feel the heat? <br />that is my emotion, <br />burning hotter than the boiling water, <br />it never evaporates, <br />but stay longer. <br /> <br />Peel them, <br />throw those seeds of hatred, <br />if you ever give up your love on us, <br />my heart will surely bleed and die in misery. <br /> <br />Put them in a saucepan, <br />with garlic, grated cheese, <br />sliced basil leaves and thinly sliced onion, <br />stir them with red wine till thick, <br />as thick as my eternal trust, <br />never thought of you of any act of betrayal, <br />because this love of ours is sealed tightly, <br />with the condiment of faithfulness.<br /><br />Gianni Pansensoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-poem-and-tomato-sauce/
