Held you in my
Arms, as we
Made love to one another under the lights of
Paris…passionately and with eagerness we
Aroused each other as the bubbles of our appetite
Grew within us until
Neither of us felt our glass of Life was
This is an acrostic poem where one of the words given to me from Anna was champagne. An acrostic poem is where you take the each letter of the word and create a poem out of the word. This acrostic poem often, but is not necessary, should tie itself back to the poem created.