A bottle of wine, and some stolen time, that, is all we need, to rekindle the love (you W-I-S-H!!!), but unfortunately, reality, it NEVER works in either one of our favors…
A bottle of wine, and some stolen time, and, we get to, make that fire we’d let died from before, but, with our separate busy schedules, how will we find the time? The weekends are even, more hectic than the weekdays, don’t you know? A bottle of wine, and some stolen time, and, we can, sit ourselves down, by that crackling fire and cuddle, but, we won’t have the opportunity, ‘cuz, here comes REALITY, knocking (no, banging, more like threatening to TEAR the door down if we don’t answer!!!) on that front door of this house we’d built, with what’s left of the love we once shared.
A bottle of wine, some stolen time, that, is all I’m needing, to find what’s lost back, but, unfortunately, I still don’t like the tastes of alcohol (with the exception of triple distilled vodka, and in which case, I can’t drink too much of that either!!!), and wine makes me ill, and beer, well, it gives me gas, and so, no wine for the Q-U-E-E-N, but, DO bring me ALL offerings of coffee here………
A bottle of wine, some stolen time? No thanks, I don’t need to steal time, and I have, more than enough already, as I always will, have MORE than enough time, to do EVERYTHING I need to, and want to in life!