Tasting Love

Her loving soul is smooth, So smooth, pure, and red. I could pour her from a bottle to… Fill my deserted glass. when I her drink i’m flooded with a taste of happiness, A taste and a feeling from out of this world. One who genuinely puts a smile on one's face. Once drank I’ve filled my glass ever since The bottled image of her washes away the wince Flourishes and flows so beautifully, Her taste, being interpreted in so many ways, yet it's just a taste of love.