Bottled Love

love not used

Time passes by, and alone you still are
Searching for love daily, near and far
You bottle your love, like fine wine
It gets wiser and stronger, with the passing of time
You grow weary, thinking your wine has gone to waste
Convincing yourself into knowing, another may never taste
You fill your bottles daily, and put them away
Down in the cellar, saving them for someday
When someday comes, it takes you by surprise
You find the one you love, you can't believe your eyes
They pop your cork, and take a sip
They drink you in, you wet their lip
You drink them in, they drink you
You love their taste, they love yours too
You're drunk in my cellar, and I'm drunk in yours
Her love is his love, and his is hers.