I wake up on Sunday morning after a night of drinking far to much of you,

But that can't keep me away from your decedent taste,

I go about my day, thinking about you,

What shall I have for dinner that will finely compliment you?

Throughout the day I pray that I will be home soon,

So I can sit on my couch, watch Netflix, and drink Merlot,

There is no one else besides you,

I've cheated before on the occasional rosé,

But on a college budget, well you know, sometimes I cant help it,

Why must you be so amazing, dear Merlot?

Oh how I dread a night where I don’t have a glass,

Poured to the brim,

And when I don’t sit there and binge watch OITNB,

Its hard to have my day feel complete.

Your taste always wants me longing for more,

But in this day-and-age it's frowned upon if you drink a full bottle at once,

I know you would never judge me but it's not you, it's me,

I've done it once and I just cant do it again.

But without further a'do, my ode to you could be endless,

I'll do my best to stay faithful,

You are my one and only, dear friend,

I will see you again tomorrow after 5 p.m.,

Because, once again, it's most definitely frowned upon to bring merlot to the office.