Open my mouth to drink the life - To sip on this cup you have brought me - To gulp down what's inside - To fill my gasping lungs until their feeble attempts at breath are drowned out, Until my feeble attempts at living cease and desist. I swallow and my soul feeds off of the richness you have brought with this water turned to wine... To wine. I expected less, but with each swallow it burns an unforgettable impression - A thousand years is not enough. A thousand years. So celebrate we will - the taste, the sweetness, the joy. My cup overflows and the last drop is unimaginable, Until my eyelids lift and spot the empty cup. A dream has surpassed my imagination, crowding out reality in favor of insanity - For love. A smile wisps on the corners of my mouth and I close my mind to the world in favor of my dream. A thousand years is not enough.