We are drinking Proseco
And gliding over the ocean
Soft lamplit skin in golden hues
Buoyed by memories and alcohol
Blended with the salt air wind
As we talk beneath this darkened sky
Reminded on Saint Valentine’s Day
Of why we love and the way we do
Thankful that the well has not run dry
Through days of drought and desperation
Having been filled in times of bounty

We are drinking Proseco
And gliding over the ocean
And gliding through time
Together entwined by memories
That cannot be erased