When I cook dinner for us, my heart beats faster. In every piece of vegetables or meat, I put all my care and love for you. Delicate smells of food fill our kitchen like magic, calling us to the table.

We sit next to each other, and our table turns into a place where our feelings and emotions merge. Each word becomes a note of the melody of our love, and each smiling look becomes a magic spell.

Under the candles, our hands find each other, as if marking the dance of hearts. Each movement becomes so easy and natural, as if we are dancing under the stars.

The first bite awakens sensuality in us, and each subsequent bite awakens passion. We enjoy the tastes as if they take us to a world where time stops and there is only the two of us.

When the table is left behind, we continue to surprise each other. We watch movies, walk under the moon, and every moment becomes special. We open our hearts to each other, as if trying to merge together.

You are my tenderness, my romance and my passion. Together we create our history, in which every dinner is a small piece of happiness and love.

And in every new dinner I see an opportunity to get closer even more, to understand each other even deeper and open my whole soul to you.

My tender soul is waiting for our dinners, when we can again immerse ourselves in this magical atmosphere, where there is only us, our love and eternity.