You are the sweetness
Of my days and ways
My true candy
In my sour times
My pure honey
Throughout all my bitter ways,
Some days, you are my brandy
At the fireplace.
Some nights, you are my fire
Crackling on a crisp
Winter’s midnight.
Whichever style you do so suffice
It's cause of you that taste
Comes from my spice.
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