Pour in all your love Throw in your heart too Generously sprinkle tenderness Now let it stew Occasionally, add flowers and gifts Season with dedication and a kiss Mix well with quality time And the words “It is you I miss” When it is almost done Add a sprig of unfaithfulness and deceit According to individual taste, tears and sorrow You will have a bittersweet treat Leave over night You will see from the wait All you put in will have turned to hate.