Our love is like wine.
Grapes of time, from the vine.
Our heart's crushed within.
Nectar flavor, was our sin.
All through life we sip.
To a small kiss of the lip.
Our home, a flask to contain.
Wayward sorrows, even our pains.
Our time is short to enjoy love.
Life fleets, like clouds above.
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