Ciabatta of love
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

In the silence of a kitchen
The lights are dimmed fast
The sadness of a chef
Broken heart, love’s shadows cast

John P’s eyes glow in the dark
Whispers dance a secret spark
Under stars, his silent grace
In his shadows, love finds space

Preparing his ciabattas of love
Finding wisdom in the stars above
Holding hands in the Namm show
John P touching the “Egg” roll

His love so far away
But he finds a place to stay
In the hands of his love, “The Egg”
He’ll take the leap, no need to beg

Preparing his ciabattas of love
Finding wisdom in the stars above
Holding hands in the Namm show
John P touching the “Egg” roll

The bed so warm
And pillows soft
The swords clang
The orbs toll

Preparing his ciabattas of love
Finding wisdom in the stars above
Holding hands in the Namm show
John P touching the “Egg” roll

In Tijuana
Oh no
John P and the Egg-roll