Spoken from the Heart

Ratatouille

I can smell something

It's just so spicy

The smell burns my nose as i breath

I can almost taste it

But it then disappears

I walk around trying to find it

I walk for hours

Sniffing for that spicy smell

Then as the hours turn in to

Days and days turn in to

Weeks and weeks turn in to

Months i find it

I look in a window and see a woman cooking something

I look harder and i see

 On the recipe i see the name

The name is Ratatouille and

It's spicy