She said "Pick your poison"
and I must admit
Her selection was quite impressive
Bottle after bottle
Each unique in it's figure
No single one containing a liquid of the same shade.
Some older than me
Others predating my father

When my eyes finished scanning
as if they even had to
My words came out softly
Possibly to lull her troubled mind
"The only thing in this room I pick, is to have you in my life. Forever til the end."