My solution was not at the bottom
Of a tall proud wineglass
In the middle of a stuffy bar
Or lust found in the shadows
Of five 'o' clock bedsheets
It was with you
You held it in your grasp
Only you had a band aid so pure
So untainted by judgment
And provoked by labour
So I was deemed worthy
By the choices I made
Which brought me closer to you
Happiness relief and joy
Is what you ever bring
And I'm glad you save it for me
Never dwindling in love
And I will give mine in return
After all we became an orb of cognition and infatuation