Wine Sweet Wine
W ine Sweet Wine Oh! What can I say about my bond with you! You made me know, so less about myself, I knew. A few drops of you down my throat, As I felt merciful, more and more, you made me gloat. While all, and even I knew that I was timid at heart, But a chopine of you is enough to make me spurt. Anything that was bad till then, now appeared good. And I did everything, while in my senses, that I never would. ...