My love for you is as large as the universe. With each passing day, it continues to grow in magnificence. It sweetens like a fine wine that attracts more and more to bear witness and hope to taste its rich nectar that I am drunk off of. Dionysus is the god of all pleasurable things, and all that is fine, though in his time his greatest accomplishment was granting the Earth the fruits to bear you the finest lady in the land to grow into the wine of the finest variety, with the taste of cherry blossoms at their peak, the smell of the sweetest rose, the beauty of the dove, and the elegance of the swan.
