It is late autumn
a little frost in the evening
cold breeze, cold water
willows flying, chattering
a bright moon rising in the sky
Flowers whisper by the window
sending soft waves of love
I tell my darling to pour some wine
before warming up in the bed.
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This is a very nice poem about I tell my darling to pour some wine.