Sonnet of Love
A smell that brings me back to olden days. Like tranquil breeze you softly calm my soul, Your tender warmth begets my finest praise, Without your presence I am left unwhole.
I gaze upon your flowing locks and sigh,
To leave them untouched is a heinous crime. Cut gently of the perfect breadth, porks thigh, The glistening flesh is certainly sublime.
A plethora of tastes fill up my mouth,
The broth a flawless team of salt and spice.
I loudly slurp to show that I am couth,
Then wash it down with water chilled with ice. Oh lovely ramen thou art so divine,
Of your composite I will daily dine.