Meat and Bone

Meat and bone,
Meat and bone,
Could love be as sweet,
As meat and bone.

When I find you,
In a pot you will sit,
As fresh as stew,
Eaten bit by bit.

And when I have finished,
Mopping up the juice,
More of it I'll dish,
On every morsel I'll muse.

It will never end,
This constant supply,
Eating all that you send,
Will mean we'll never die.