Written for:
Phillip A. Wacker
�Recipe�
Take me to a place I can call my own.
Give me all my pride in a pan.
I'll cook for you if you are hungry.
I will make you a feast to fit your beauty.
Bring me the filling to put in my heart.
Frost my desires to look like art.
Walk with me through my kitchen of love.
Create with me a masterpiece.
Do not let the dough rise too hasty
Lick the bowl, the batter�s tasty.
Take me to that pleasure pool
Where I can swim and be a fool.
Breathe in me a breath of life
As your heart you sacrifice.
Take me to a special place.
Keep me close at hand.
We can be the human race
We can make a stand.
Let us make an artful dance.
And during our embrace...
We can make the deepest art,
While we�re face to face.
Take me to a place we can call our own,
I'll give you all your pride in a pan.
I'll cook for you if you are hungry
I will make you a feast, since you're my man.
Make me a bed that I can sleep in.
Keep me warm while I sleep.
Bring me the water to wet my lips with,
Be the fountain to which I drain.
Ask me why I love you so,
I will say, "You already know."
Tell me that you love me dear...
And never say it while in fear.
You�ve made all my hopes and dreams come true�
With the love you�ve taken me to.
-Robin M. Milligan
2007!
