I would have pledged my faith
Before you drank yourself to sleep
My words were lost
To the charms
Of the grape
And in the sweet sayings of Bacchus
You bask
The lure of his false promises too potent to deny
Blind to my silence
As I leave you to rest
In his dominion
Once again
Thanks Keshav. Most appreciated. No need to be sorry. Continue to drink from from the cup!
Beautiful writing Phil. Sorry for my mistake. Getting older
Beautiful writing, Michael. There could often be more than a slip between the lips and the sweetness in the cup
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Keshav much appreciated. Continue to drink from the cup! !