Beloved's Wine

by Juliet   Oct 16, 2006


I am suffering from this pain
From whom should I seek help?

You the above know everything
Make me free from this sweet pain

That I been carrying in my chest
Like a fire, on evils grave

Is this my punishment for drinking beloveds wine?
I was thirsty, so I swallow his mauve

Now from separation of beloved I am falling apart
Like pearl form a lash

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