Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

Champagne

The sweetness of you on my tongue,

How can that secret I bear?

How can you ask me not to share?

To not scream it from the hilltops,

And disturb the quiet of the air?

It's difficult to withhold the truth,

That you taste like cold champagne,

Bubbly, flavourful, exciting,

Like a premature reward before the given occasion.

You wish to remain bottled,

But I want you open,

I tease you,

I pressure you,

All the more to uncork you.

The sound of the pop is satisfying,

I watch you spill over,

I let you lose control.

A celebration is brewing in my mind,

But will it taste the same when exposed?

Will it go flat, turn plain?

Will scrutiny taint the flavour,

And time eat at its youth?

I strain my ears for the whispers of these truths,

But the silence is deafening,

What can I do if our love was like champagne?