Tequila of Love

The tequila she drank
Was so loved and so frank;

The light of the day 
Was too bright have it her way;

The window never seemed to fade
And her thoughts were unpaid;

The glass slipped from her grip
And gazed in awe at her loss and her slip

Very cold she became that night
For her tequila was no longer bright;

She was now a faded thought
And now in time became a sad blind spot.