If you were here with me.
I would have mixed you with wine and would have drank you.
Gulping you down with each sip, and savouring some for later.
I would have mixed you with all different grapes to get all different kind of flavours.
You would have been the froth of my beer.
I would have wet my lips with you.
You would have been the sunshine of Italy and
You would have been the wind of Germany.
You would have been the open vast pastures of land
And I would have slept on you, like a child.
You would have been the sound of the bells ringing in old cathedrals
And I would have traveled miles with you.
You would have been the beauty of the sculptures and I would have admired you.
You would have been the punctuality of the trains and I would have followed you.
Come to think of it, you are everywhere.
