Breakfast/Diet and Exercise by Mathew

Breakfast/Diet and Exercise

Grinding coffee was never a toil,
The beans gave up their essential oil.
The fire turned water, to hissing steam,
That frothed the milk into clouds of cream.

The egg shells cracked, freeing their treasure,
The whisk whipped them for a certain measure.
Then poured in a pan for a scalding kiss,
The searing heat causing them to hiss.

Some shredded cheese, had played the part,
Of the way Your touch melted my heart.
Jalapeño peppers always added heat,
Like when You used the spoon to beat.

The tray was set with plates and bread,
Omelets and coffee kept You fed.
Me at Your feet, where i could steal,
A glance at You during the meal.

But now Your gone, i feel half dead.
Perhaps forever is my dread.
Missing the way You taste and  feel,
With You gone the world’s cold oatmeal.