Dear beloved wife,
A green glow of absinthe
A depository mouth to engage it
The sweet aroma of herbal wormwood
With sugar blocks melting per drop.
Fire, spoons and water
This is all that I ask for in you
For you are nothing compared to my absinthe
And my absinthe is of no comparison to you.
While both of you I love,
Only one will get me high.
Sincerely,
your devoted husband