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The Wine of Love
- The Wine of Love -
What is the most sublime and fair, of all the varied nectar of the gods?
Some claim it be the ambrosia sweet that only celestial lips hath tasted.
Oh so false the claims of such glory as this, for I hath tasted far greater,
In glory and in sweetness, in immortality to last in my heart eternally!
There is a wine far better to the taste, and which leaves me in wonder.
Shall I speak fair of what I mean, and praise the lips of a certain lady?
Which on meeting mine were sweeter than any honey mead not wasted.
There art experiences of beauty and love which make the heart aflutter,
In bliss and in enchantment, in pleasing moments that endure infinitely!
There is no wine far better, to the taste, either of the heavens or under.
I hath sat at divine tables, with fellowship of those undying and grand,
And savored there the delicacies that no mortal could fathom in dream.
Cauldrons of plenty, cornucopias of everlasting splendor, all mundane,
Compared to a single kiss, savored well and remembered for all time...
The gods may keep their culinary delights, my taste is for other flavors.
So many things people crave; drinks, beverages and fruits of the land,
In every variety that could make one's mind come nigh unto a scream!
And some crave pleasure itself, just as others find their delight in pain,
Whilst the poetically inclined seek to enhance pleasure with a rhyme...
To woo the hearts of maidens fair, and gain of a lady's coveted favors.
Such seduction of the senses, as I hath employed to win love's smiles,
That my lips might taste the wine for which my craving is insatiable...
To stain my lips red as blood with my addiction to a moment of bliss!
Love is a drug, it is a drink, it is a kiss and an embrace of hot warmth,
All who live, are in need of such diversion from reality's discomforts.
In my pursuit of such, I hath surrendered happily to a maiden's wiles,
A certain maid of such charm that I can only call her incomparable...
For in such forms, the purest angels walk, and sometimes a goddess.
Love is immeasurable, it is perfect, it is beyond even all time's length,
It is for me the only thing that counters the awfulness of life's tumults.
Why seek a forgetfulness in the oblivious liquid poured from a bottle,
When I can instead find a paradise to remember in a perfect moment?
I pick my poison, and it illuminates my senses with a thousand joys...
Until the moment transcends reality, bringing me unto a true heaven!
Into each life, I take with me the memories of such everlasting things.
There is no other wine for me, save the wine of love without trouble,
Which makes my very spirit to soar on wings beyond the firmament.
I pick my pleasure, and it enhances my delight as it opens my eyes...
To countless possibilities, a reminder, of all for which I hath striven!
In the flesh and beyond, it is a wonder for which one's very soul sings.
What is the most sublime and fair, of all the varied nectar of the gods?
Some claim it be the ambrosia sweet that only celestial lips hath tasted.
Oh so false the claims of such glory as this, for I hath tasted far greater,
In glory and in sweetness, in immortality to last in my heart eternally!
There is a wine far better to the taste, and which leaves me in wonder.
Shall I speak fair of what I mean, and praise the lips of a certain lady?
Which on meeting mine were sweeter than any honey mead not wasted.
There art experiences of beauty and love which make the heart aflutter,
In bliss and in enchantment, in pleasing moments that endure infinitely!
There is no wine far better, to the taste, either of the heavens or under.
I hath sat at divine tables, with fellowship of those undying and grand,
And savored there the delicacies that no mortal could fathom in dream.
Cauldrons of plenty, cornucopias of everlasting splendor, all mundane,
Compared to a single kiss, savored well and remembered for all time...
The gods may keep their culinary delights, my taste is for other flavors.
So many things people crave; drinks, beverages and fruits of the land,
In every variety that could make one's mind come nigh unto a scream!
And some crave pleasure itself, just as others find their delight in pain,
Whilst the poetically inclined seek to enhance pleasure with a rhyme...
To woo the hearts of maidens fair, and gain of a lady's coveted favors.
Such seduction of the senses, as I hath employed to win love's smiles,
That my lips might taste the wine for which my craving is insatiable...
To stain my lips red as blood with my addiction to a moment of bliss!
Love is a drug, it is a drink, it is a kiss and an embrace of hot warmth,
All who live, are in need of such diversion from reality's discomforts.
In my pursuit of such, I hath surrendered happily to a maiden's wiles,
A certain maid of such charm that I can only call her incomparable...
For in such forms, the purest angels walk, and sometimes a goddess.
Love is immeasurable, it is perfect, it is beyond even all time's length,
It is for me the only thing that counters the awfulness of life's tumults.
Why seek a forgetfulness in the oblivious liquid poured from a bottle,
When I can instead find a paradise to remember in a perfect moment?
I pick my poison, and it illuminates my senses with a thousand joys...
Until the moment transcends reality, bringing me unto a true heaven!
Into each life, I take with me the memories of such everlasting things.
There is no other wine for me, save the wine of love without trouble,
Which makes my very spirit to soar on wings beyond the firmament.
I pick my pleasure, and it enhances my delight as it opens my eyes...
To countless possibilities, a reminder, of all for which I hath striven!
In the flesh and beyond, it is a wonder for which one's very soul sings.
Published 2nd May 2023
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3rd May 2023 12:00pm
6th May 2023 2:23am
Many, many thanks! There is nothing I feel more passionately about than love, and when I write about love I simply must make it as beautiful on the page as it is within my heart and soul. I am happy that the beauty shone as brightly through in this work as it seems to have! And that you enjoyed it so much as you did. *Smiles* :D
29th May 2023 2:23am
I love this poem of yours, babe! It is so romantic, and super hot too. All your writings are just the most passionate, fiery, awesome things ever. I love pretty much everything to put to writing... just like I love you.
30th May 2023 2:54am
As you know, beautiful, I am a true romantic at heart! So romance, passion, and love all flow within me and pour out when I write poems such as this. Fire has always been my element, beloved, so if my passion could ever be described in a single word, then fiery would be the one I would choose. I love you too, sweetheart. You are my world! *Smiles* :)
