27 February 2013
Together we sat, You gave my shoulder a pat, You leaned in close, And gave me a second dose.
"Darling, no longer will you suffer."
A sharp pain in my neck, Followed by a small peck; Of warm lips, and nips.
"You'll be mine,"
You sipped wine, With a keynote, Another pain in the throat.
"Forever!"
You carried me, To a warm spot by the fire, And your love became dire;
I had the chance to last admire you.
In the end, all in all- You didn't let me fall, Wrapping me up in blankets.
You lifted my chin, And softly sang a hymn.
Hymn • Opuss № I