Le Vin de L’amour
I met her in a whisper
it tenanted our lives -
secrets, hearts and pillows
perchance it wasn’t wise.
But who’s to talk of vanity
or Cupid’s urgent call ?
This midnight pact of lovers
begins to take it’s toll......
The sherry tasting purity
sweet, faulty and afraid
and I cajoled her petulance -
thanked God that I’d been saved
from ghostly imitations
lying naked in my bed,
I try the contradictions
but choose the truth instead.....
For is it wise to operate
with coldness of the mind ?
- we are but mere mortals
and treasure hard to find.
Just contemplate temptation
deliberate your will -
when the wine of love is empty
did you dare to drink your fill ?
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