Infusion of romance and a dreamy kiss;
A dash of pressed flowers and embraces’ heady mix.
A pinch of assault she added, and gave it a little stir;
Then waited for the broth to boil, and wiped away a tear.

2 cupfuls of angry letters and a ruby red stone;
She added to the cauldron remains of the love she owned.
And in went julienned “dates”, with freshly squeezed fears;
Then waited for the dish to simmer, and wiped away a tear.

She added finely sliced dreams soaked in betrayal’s wine;
The fire was down, she put it out, and gently folded in it some time.
The dish rest in peace, while she gazed at the embers dying near;
Then she waited for it to turn cold, and wiped away a tear.

She garnished it with silver shavings of her broken trust;
Pulled out a knife to check if hard enough was its crust.
Finally, she picked the vessel, and threw it in a veer
She fell beside it, and it down came; a torrential rain of tears.

-Sameen

Here’s an alternate ending I also came up with:

She garnished it with silver shavings of her broken trust;
Pulled out a knife to check if hard enough was its crust.
She put in the freezer, and said to herself a proverb old;
That’s what I made for you my love, revenge: a dish best served cold!