You are My Alcoholic Drink

It is so difficult to describe you,
Such a sweet, beautiful guy,
Who makes me feel the joy,
And the miracle of being alive.

I guess if I were an alcoholic,
I would describe you as a drink.
But to find a suitable one,
Seems impossible to me.

If I were to describe you as brandy,
You would be the most exquisite glass.
Sweet, while sliding down my throat,
And making me dizzy so fast.

Yet no one would like this connotation,
So maybe tequila would be a better one.
The natives call it Mexican Water,
Its a necessity for everyone.

But tequila is a cheap drink,
And you, my dear, are priceless.
You have more flavor, more pizzazz,
That no one else possesses.

Perhaps you would be better off,
Being described as gin or rum.
So nice feeling them trickle down your throat
But youre still better than either one.

I guess if I was an alcoholic,
You would be all these drinks combined
Plus whiskey, port, mixed drinks,
And the best Chardonnay wine.

See, you are my alcohol,
When I am around you, I feel drunk,
With happiness, and relief,
That my prince has finally come.

And the next morning, after a night,
Of being passionately kissed,
I still feel dazed as if you were a dream,
Such a perfect man cannot exist.

If you ever leave me, Ill be shattered,
Ill have problems with the withdrawal.
Because I am an alcoholic,
And you my dear, are my alcohol.