Rare Love

Tenderize me thoroughly,
Till I’m limp and moist.
Then, grill me lightly,
Just until I’m hot.
Seared on the outside,
Yet still soft,
Pink in the middle.
Serve me up rare and juicy,
But don’t wolf me down.
Savor slowly, my tenderloins.

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