You would think from the title,
That my love is at an end,
Facing a difficult situation,
Honestly, that is just pretend.

My love is like bourbon,
Aged to perfection over time,
High content making it bold and spicy,
But still, distinctively smooth.

The clean edge that the world sees,
The fantastic flavour we hold,
With a smoky barrel backbone,
We are more ready now than ever.

Pour it over a little ice,
Watch it crack and frost,
Take it in with a glance,
And see the beautiful amber glow.

They say you are what you eat,
Well how about being what you drink,
Something pretty wonderful,
Is the way you taste.

The satin finish is wonderful,
It glides like our skin on skin,
Swallow it deep and take it in,
Addiction to you is a sin.

Your content and proof is high,
Too much too soon and I might die,
But right now I am in heaven,
C'est la vie, that's life to me.