It's like a new dish tabled, not tasted,
The world of what can be in a mere wink,
A date is it of young dreams not dated,
Such is seduction of my single drink.
Flavour revealing taste to waiting tongue,
A daughter-in-law's first step at the door,
A new born son hinting what lies in store,
A drink that ensures wild dreams die not young.
To him whose muse for more is smitten not,
Whose musings come on wings of wild fancy—
Nor lost are on passing poetic thought,
What's bottleful when enough a sip be?
No dear, one drink is not downed by devil,
It warms enough of long chill; whets my will!
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When she asked me one day, what I get out of just a single drink, this sonnet was my answer.
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Sonnets | 02.06.08 |
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Will, chill! To drink along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, the will, chill, and thrill of just one peg, thanks dear poet.