Flask

The flask is full,
Full of sweet love.
In it I swim,
I swim in joy.
Never had I known,
The meaning of love.
A flask told me so,
The heat in the stove.
Enchanting recurrence,
Striving remembrance.
Captivating resemblance,
Idiotic nonchalance.
The beauty was for me,
In its full form.
The aura wrapped me,
In its soft,silky coat.
The flask is my freedom,
A world where I met you.
Dancing among water drops,
My hidden enigma is seen.