Just a taste
That's how it starts
Then a gulp
Sweet kisses
In the moonlight
The glass is empty
The wine has gone
The ring rests there now
And the sweetness
Of love is gone
The drunkeness steps in
The poison of the wine
Intoxicates
The very essence
Of the soul
And love of the wine
Has been poisoned
By the drunken stupor.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
