We drank ourselves blind
Drunk on emotions and on wine
Wine clouded this mind
Now there is nothing to discuss as we dine
You were the muse to all around
I was the misfortune, the mistake
I reminisce the sound
The sound you sighed while I burnt at the stake
I later found out that for you love is wine
And I hadn’t had drank in quiet some time.
Dmitriy Kokarev
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-as-wine/
