There is alarm in her eyes
As pink and red fly
Away post being
Brought to their demise
Add berries to the pot
Make it all turn blue
Add time spent apart
Lessen what you knew
You’re in trouble now
You’ve let it go to your head
He won’t eat what and
When he is fed
Still add the berries
Turn it all blue
Otherwise you’ll be left
Choking on red stew
If you stop making sense
And start making time
Add more pink
A bubbly light wine
Take turns stirring
Don’t taste too quick
Too many assumptions
Come with too fast a lick
Let it simmer
See how the berries blend
In with pink wine
Give it up to ten
An itch comes with the wait
Hurt may be the fate
Yet you will know
How the flavors equate
If the mixture stays blue
Better there was an end
If the berries are too few
Better to choke on pink and red
