A crimson tide, a whispered plea,
A sacrifice, for all to see.
My heart's deep well, a fervent stream,
To you, my love, a sacred dream.

With trembling hand, I raise the cup,
A libation, pure and up.
My soul's own flesh, a holy form,
A love's devotion, to take its storm.

For in this act, a truth unfolds,
A courage born, where sorrow molds.
My every deed, a fervent prayer,
To prove my love, beyond compare.

The wine I pour, a symbol true,
Of all I've given, all I do.
My sacrifice, a whispered vow,
My deepest love, in every bough.

A testament, to fervent heart,
A love's embrace, a work of art.
My soul's own flame, burns ever bright,
To show my devotion, pure and light.

This holy form, a solemn grace,
A sacrifice, in time and space.
For you, my love, my guiding star,
My every breath, my soul afar.