On charcoal dreams, the fire burns bright, Two brothers laugh in Kurdish night. On plates, a mix of flavors true, Grilled whispers bind their hearts anew. The Charcool Grill, a sacred space, Where love is served on every plate. A feast for two, yet nothing's spared, But brotherhood, in silence shared. After the feast, with hearts so filled, Together, scents of char still thrilled, They find the couch, in love's embrace, And dream of nights at their warm place.