Your love is like an overflowing glass,
Of glorious nectar pouring with no end,
A bountiful waterfall of substance that fills my soul,
So sweet and fruitful capturing your essence

Giving me refreshment when I'm empty,
I just take a sip of your love and all is right,
When a long day weighs me down,
You revitalize what I've lost,

I drink you in, what invigoration I
feel,
You rushing through my veins,
All through my body,
My alcoholic beverage for which I'm addicted,

Not wanting to be sober,
For I've never felt better,
So any hangover affects I gladly welcome,
Knowing it's not a detriment to my health

Because to overdose on love,
Is to be in a state of euphoria,
Pure bliss, nirvana within yourself,
Getting shot by Cupid's arrow on a daily basis,

The sweet taste of your nectar,
Provides such warmth and hominess,
Surrounded by the comfort of knowing,
That I get a sip of that love everyday.