Summer Wine Poem by Christopher Macias

Summer Wine



My love Divine.
Like a sweet summer wine.
As it interwines.
It grows like a vine.
Its just a long line.
That seems to untwine.
As we go to dine.
0n our valentine.
Our cold hearts.
Are dead as art.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love,summer,valentine
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Christopher Macias

Christopher Macias

Austin Texas
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