Your face tired
Yet I still admired.
Let me be your inspiration.
You take my hand with hesitation.
You wonder if this is fate.
Trust me today and let this love permeate.
This Love is like a fine wine.
Lets fall into each other and just unwind.
And from your face I drink.
Our souls in a toast clink.
You have a fine head on your shoulders.
Foam running over.
The world has made it frothy but you're bolder.
Your beer stained tears have all but disappeared.
The empty mug of despair leaves me well impaired.
Such a waste you’ve lost life’s taste.
But you leave no repent
Waterfall of alcohol away I’ve sent.
You are my choice hops of the world.
My beer soaked angel girl.