WINE

We traveled far and wide,
To go to our place,
To find a place to hide.
I was eighteen and craving the drink,
I wanted you --
More than you can ever think.

Of course, you were hesitant --
But it didn't stop you from getting me my present.
I don't remember the name of the bottle,
But I remember the words that left our mouths while the hotel bed began to throttle.

You said you'd never leave,
That you love making love to me.
I was weak in the knees,
I couldn't breathe.
I was vulnerable.
And all the while, you remained humble.

Although I might have said something wrong,
I'm glad that you forgave me and held me all night long.
I was drunk, I was faded.
But the one thing I can remember --
Was hearing your heartbeat that September.

You were my first,
And will be my last.
I will hold onto your hand,
Even when we tend to misunderstand.

It started with a bottle of wine --
And after two years,
Things are turning out just fine.