My hands are used to writing letters 
A natural fixation for a pen and paper
Made a promise to draft a thousand words
When I finally find the one who'd strike a chord

This is how I will love. 
This is the way I love.

You arrived with an unfamiliar plot,
the standards for devotion felt like a moonshot
Learning your love led me to the kitchen
Saving reels of the different ways to cook a chicken 

The intimidating word that is homemaking
is now an art I love, love learning
Inks are used for grocery lists more than epistles
Hands for the lunchboxes from flipping pages

This is how I will love
This is the way I love
at least in this season



ps: I thank God for a husband who eats whatever is served
My bland pork, the one with burnt garlic - a customer underserved
yet gives compliments that feels better than a five-star review!