Like the wine I drink,
you quench my need.
From your vine of love
I take my feed.
It's no wonder they say
I'm bound to be spoiled,
when so happily I live
in your branches coiled.
Intoxicated with you,
I'm lost in your trance.
Such a lovely song sung
to a tune that we dance.
In our garden of love,
together our vines twist.
Eternally I will drink
of your heaven like kiss.
3-4-93
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