[Verse] Cinnamon swirls like prayers in the steam, She stirred the pot while whispering dreams. "Child, love’s sweet, but watch the flame— One wrong move, and the holy stays the same." [Pre-Chorus] Her hands, like scripture, traced the bowl, Each scar a hymn, each grain a soul. I leaned in close, breath heavy, low, She smiled and said, "Don’t trust the glow." [Chorus] She cooked the faith in every bite, Gave me heaven with a single light. But every blessing comes with fire, Burns soft, but still it’s never wire. Oh, I taste you in the spice, Sacred and slow, no need to disguise. She taught me love with a warning, A taste that lingers, like a prayer that’s torn. [Verse] Black beans in the dark, like secrets untold, Each one a sin she used to scold. “Eat slow, love,” she’d say, “or you’ll drown in the rush— Time’s a soup that’s not for the hasty.” [Pre-Chorus] Her eyes, like old wine in cracked glass, Held years of pain and prayers that passed. I tasted truth in her kitchen steam, And still, I’m learning how to dream. [Chorus] She cooked the faith in every bite, Gave me heaven with a single light. But every blessing comes with fire, Burns soft, but still it’s never wire. Oh, I taste you in the spice, Sacred and slow, no need to disguise. She taught me love with a warning, A taste that lingers, like a prayer that’s torn. [Bridge] She never said “I love you,” Just stirred the pot, then turned away. But in the steam, I heard it loud— Like mercy wrapped in house-soul, proud. And when she’s gone, the pot’s still hot— I feed the flame, I keep the plot. [Outro] She cooked the faith in every bite… Burns soft… still… it’s never… wire… Taste you… in the spice… Sacred and slow… Oh… (Soft whisper) Don’t trust the glow…