Bacchus

Oh, to indulge in tasting fine wine with my dearest lover… To look at the world through the eyes of a drunken poet, to love someone without restrictions and fear. To declare your admiration, only for you to go on separate paths the next morning. Evoe! for it is a bacchanal between two souls. And now we’re tied together for eternety. And the next day the taste of wine will have left my thirsty mouth. And our lips will have separated. We will have whispered “Good bye!”… So I will be drinking cheap spirits in hopes to find you, to meet you once again! And I will cry at the thought that you were my dearest love… but you’ve already left. Now my whole life I will be waiting for you, here. And I miss you greatly. With love, Your Bacchus.