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