I love you in tomatoes, honey.
Good times grow when you dig down down in dirt:
Passion, which is another kind of poetry,
and Respect, which is the seed paragraph
in the language of Like.
You are as savory cooked and laughed over pasta
as you are raw.
Here's to my sweet-on-the-tongue hero of the garden epic!
My ripe red-headed coach of mesclun desire!
My soul sauce of summer wisdom!
You are the sure taste of the tendered story
beneath my uncertain voice.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)