Drink From My Lips One Last Time
Drink from the chalice of my lips.
Slowly, my love, and savor each drop.
My cup is nearly depleted from your sips
and I shall mourn deeply when we stop.
Our candle's flame burns grievously low,
but my love for you will continue to glow.
Perhaps this love was not meant to be
so with an aching heart, I set you free.
The mantle clock has begun to chime.
The hour's come and I must not sway,
so drink heartily from me one last time;
one last kiss before I turn and walk away.
If I should ever find you standing at my door
I will know the broken trellis has been mended
and our love will flourish to bloom once more,
rekindling a love that should never have ended.
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