This is written as a hopeless plea, from an alcohol-liking, nicotine-addicted man's perspective , to his lover, Alice. (no personal references intended, and nothing to do with me or you, you understand?!).

Alice herself doesn't appear in the poem, and so can be forgotten if it is so-wished.

The fact that the 'meter' is non-existent and the scanning starts awkwardly and then gets smoother is intentional, in an attempt to indicate the irony of a deteriorating relationship producing better poetry. The 'fragile Earth' is just a snook at how green I am (not).
 
Alice, by the way, has always been vegetarian. And good for her!

Stay with me! Oh, Alice, how mistaken could we be?

Well, Hmmmm? Comments welcome! John X

PS The shape of the stanzas scrolling down! So much like Alice, as I remember her . . . But perhaps this is not the time or place to go into that . . .

Fancy a Drink?

I write this smoking 
As I suck my cup
Cursing my cigarettes

But thinking that
After all
I have no regrets

Cast off the rope
Of all our cares
And let us sail away

To where the Sun
And the fragile Earth
Roll into one last day

I will forever sing for you
Till all our songs are done

For I could no more
Tie up the Moon
Than leave
Our song unsung