October 29, 1997
Your love is coursing through me
like sweet wine through my blood
It intoxicates and exhilerates me
soon, I hope, to flood
My heart will overflow soon
from this dizzying liquor
but the way it's filling up now
it couldn't flow any quicker
From this sweet intoxication
I taste inside my heart
I hope I never come to sober
and that we never part.
