My Belove Poem by auty paul jason
My Belove
When you were smiling
I was drinking a cup of wine.
When you were cooking
I was drinking a cup of wine.
When you were crying
I was drinking a cup of wing.
When you were shouting at me
For drinking too much
I was drinking a cup of wine.
Where is my cup?
Where are you?
Where is my wine?
And
Why aren't you here?
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