The Finest Wine

His sting is like whiskey, and when he's around everything becomes misty and I so anxiously just want him to kiss me, Don't worry I know I'm living in a fantasy, but in my dreams he's all I can see, I repeat, his sting is like whiskey. But to him I'm the finest wine, a delicate flower that was pure and divine, as a result and over time, the darkness took something she claimed "mine," It took her soul; but to him I'm the finest wine. But to him I'm the finest wine, so sweet and kind, someone who fell victim to a web of lies, and no more tears for him can I cry, I can only sigh because I shouldn't have tried to go against the universe and defy, but STILL his sting is like whiskey and to him, I'm STILL the finest wine.