His Only Love By Lea Basten he sees the liquor, in the cabinet. he opens the bottle. chugging away, he curves his lips around that bottle as if it's his only love. but does he know that love will destroy him? leaving him only a distant memory, only in my distant thoughts. Poem Rating:Click To Rate This Poem! Continue Rating Poems Share This Poem Tweet Public Collections Containing This Poem Other Poems By This Author His Only LovePoetLea Basten View More