Love letters for Nobody

Ballade Der Rosé

Like a dry aged red, still semi sweet

always a pleasure when you fill my glass.

Such a somber taste knocks me from my feet

with a subtle taste that comes from class.

It only fits that we seem of the past

when the photographer steals our image 

so memories don't slip through the hourglass

and we can still enjoy our souls vintage

Under lamps glow, we walk the late night streets,

laughing as my lips try to mimic brass.

While trying to find ourselves some retreat

the laughter turns to clever quips of sass

and many flirts between us, but alas!

We had found no liquor left to pillage!

Yet we still venture into the morass

to find lushness we did not envisage

Please darling, let me cook something to eat

Let me cook for us dear, what would you eat? 

My creations follow around romance

so allow me to still pull out your seat!

Some might call it a desire to surpass

from personal nature that seems quite crass,

but honestly cooking takes off the edge.

Plus I enjoy all the questions you ask

even when they cause some minor spillage.

I enjoy the way our subtle tastes contrast 

like how chiefs will pair cheese with a vintage.

Though no sweeter grape could be found in France

for in worlds of form, you're sweetness's visage