I am drinking in your love
I’m drinking from all the memories
That we made
I’m drinking the golden syrup
Of the memories
Poured out in silver cups
Basking in ecstatic delight
My soul is singing the same song
It used to sing
When it heard your voice.
Grace!
ReplyDeleteMaking the golden syrup...
It would have been even more epic had you told the components of the syrup...