What Love Is

Not having found either Mr. Right

or Mr. All-Right-for-Now,

I had almost forgotten what love is.

Now I know.

Turns out you can buy it
(the Beatles were wrong)

And cook it.

And cover it with marinara

or maybe a little pesto

or garlic aioli

and shave some zesty Parmesan atop it

and eat it.

Now there's something

I can sink my teeth into.

Too bad there's an expiration date.