Days;the time i have not heard or seen you

No friendly waves,no little chats,nothing

Nothing save silence, casting and chaining

This poor boy into a prison of blue

Perhaps Cupid's blunt arrow has flown true;

Turned your heart into stone,though still beating

Your fears and dreams;but mine are not straying;

Love,care and affection my chest still brews

But you do not,cannot taste the draft I serve;

Is it bitter?Is the smell repulsive?

Or is it too rich and strong with spirit?

That can't change,emotions are hard to curb

If that is the flaw with this drink I give,

You don't deserve even a scanty whiff