I will praise you as I crack the top

Worship as I swallow it down

Hit my knees at the altar of the god of wine and beg for your freedom.

I will love you as I cut the line and smile as I disappear to happy days of sunshine and butterflies and you at snuggled into me. Wet and uunnerved by the river. I will love you witha love as perfect as the line. Mirror image a haunting tell of my fall. I will love you until the bottle aches and my veins reject the poison of the pain. I wil love you with a love beyond the words of love. And I will welcome death be it my hand or your own. I will fall in defense of the daughter of Zeus and I shall rest easy be it your hand or my own.