I've been too drunk to love

Too drunk to care

I've looked like death, felt like Hell

Been the worse for wear

I've been drinking too much to remember

The hell of the night before

I've been drinking myself blind

And still I'll drink some more



She is the wine that makes harps and choirs

The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings

She is the wine that makes gods and angels

And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings



She invites me to her banquets

And I feast on her bouquet

She chases the dragons, and,

Drives the demon away

She builds a rainbow bridge

To the island of the blessed

She leads me to surrender

To the quarry of my quest



She is the temptress

The master magician

A sister to Eros

She is exhibition

She plays like a symphony

Smells like sympathy

Tastes like poetry

Gives her very soul to me