From the depths of the fresh whisky bottle.
Weltschmerz, (world weary), altered  his thought concoctions.
His pleasure filled coffee.
Invigorated by inspirational alcohol filled kisses.
Ode to being happy, as happy he's not.
To be loved is something, he truly forgot.
She's not a drinker.
She's just a deep thinker
She never forgot.
For she never knew, how love truly felt.
Then she met you, the angel  who drank.
Once she was lucky.
For once, just once she loved an angel.
(c) Livvi