WINE DROPS

 
Fine is the wine drops from your lips;

To dance and to sing, I hold your hips;

Sugary bread we eat is from your oven,

An angel appeared now is from heaven.

Knowing nothing new on loving trends,

Forget the loved games and close friends,

I love thee in a grief; sorrowful despair

Wings lost, flying in air without my pair

What to do if a red sunset often freeze;

Love comes and goes through the breeze;

Where there is silence and strange peace;

I bear organs of a sixth sensation at ease!

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI