Love is a juice with many tastes,
Some bitter, some sweet.
A wine which has few . . . few vineyards.
But I have found the best
which spawns a mixture of bittersweet flavors . . .
But my question is can I drink
of this sweet ambrosia,
a taste worthy of only the Gods?
Am I privileged to taste this divine elixir,
which will quench my thirst for what I am missing,
the only thing that can make my life complete?
Will you drown my craving with your
purity, beauty, sensuality,
So my soul can rest . . .
rest with accomplishment.
Your presence that puts my
wondering heart at ease.
― Freda Louise Rowe