Analysis of My Trustworthy Friend

Let me continue to sip scotch
so that I can tend my scourging heart.
Let me feel every sip,
quenching the severe thirst.

When the saline drops of eyes are
mixed with scotch to produce cocktail,
I gulp it with one sip
to forget the effect of Gail.

I am afraid to see the surface of scotch
lest your face can be visualized.
When I bring it close to my lip,
the image evaporates, keeping me surprised.

I don't want to take nectar
to elongate my span of life.
I want to take only scotch
to toler the blow of knife.

I know everybody hates me
when I fill with surplus
but my heart dances
and I make chaos and fuss.

I was tired to find my constant companion,
as nobody seemed to me trustworthy.
At last, I am fascinated
and count you my real worthy.