My love for you is best expressed in print
Because my lips forbid I speak it thus—
And so I bleed my heart in ink to hint
That I would change the you and I to us. 
My love for you is simply complicated,
Much like a cask of wine imbibed all night—
Adept at getting one inebriated
Until the blinding shafts of morning light.  
But when consumed with care, it’s rich and deep,
Exotically erotic — purely pure—
A taste well-placed, and one to always keep
Within my reach, so that it may endure.
     If you’ll become the wine I take in sips,
     Then pour yourself — I’ll raise you to my lips.