So are you to my thoughts as food to life
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground.

And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure.

Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure.

Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look.

Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had or must from you be took.

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day
Or gluttoning on all or all away...

by William Shakespeare
This is how much i like food. And how much your hardwork made me to write this poem in the comments.....
.love u @flamingirl