You are the tonic to a bitter world lemon, lime unbearable without your subtling sense
You are the tonic in a poison chalice geese, turkey grey and wild without your taming touch
You are the tonic for a syrup glaze rosy sweet overwhelming without your balanced reproach
You were my tonic but now you’re flat.
Hopefully the idea of tonic water mixed with llb's, alcohol and rose cordial (and also playing to rose tinted glasses) comes across as a metaphor for the way our partners balance our lives out in different ways (makes it more bearable, give us a sense of order and grounds us etc).
I was intentionally going for an abrupt end, but not sure if this was effective?