What Starship-crossed lovers
might dream, plan, scheme
with innocent hope, eternal time
lost on the jaded, faith and light faded
Parched, apart, wilted
Where is the savior to help us embrace?
Not just to swallow but sample and savor
To reach and so grasp all you conceive
To morph is divine, as water yields wine
“If only you believe…”
ALC. 14.4% BY VOL. – 750ML
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