Scattered in time
Love scented wine
Bought with a dime
Covered in lime
Wine is tasty
Wine is not pasty
Together they mix their thoughts and minds
A drunken jumble of inward finds
Swirling like a whirlpool
Dancing like a sure fool
Sometimes they find they have left behind
Their control and outward shine
Though this, through an abyss
Is greatly amiss
He shall love you with a kiss in gentle bliss