My Wine

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  • Lost Love

    My Wine
    I'm sure it will be a tender moment
    But the poison is just too much
    The longing for the intoxication
    Deepens with every touch

    Such addiction with such a price
    It leaves me in my shame
    The wine is my own torturous creation
    I feel I'm left to blame

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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