she was his muse,
and he loved her unconditionally.
she could not refuse,
the words that caress her tenderly.

until one day,
every drop of her had dried out.
he looked at her in a way,
that made she think she's an empty glass.

there was nothing,
no wine nor fragrance,
nor taste nor red,
she was plain, empty and broken.

that was when,
he found himself
a new glass of champagne.

she wondered why?
because after all,
he was the one,
who drank her dry.