I hold the glass high <br />Full of pain and gloom <br />Of losing my love <br />I make a toast with sigh <br />With smoke rings in the dark room <br />In the name of my love <br />With each sip, I cry <br />My heart yearning to doom <br />In the memories of my love <br />Now the moon has climbed up in sky <br />And the stars beginning to zoom <br />But I fill the glass again <br />In the name of my love.<br /><br />Anand Shankar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nights-without-the-one-who-made-my-nights/
