I give it intravenously..
but it's consumed no more.
You'd drink it far more readily..
upon another shore.
I have no spoken remedy..
for this unspoken mallady..
but should you want my company..
I am not very far.
It's not as if it's new, my love..
or for that matter old.
It is but that it is true my love..
and can't be held or sold.
