We're going in circles, one after another
I know she's poison, still I care for another
You say the bottle is charming
That love is in sharing
Now let us drink to eternity
For her compassion is fatality
Let her know I crave sanity
And my heart is immune to vanity
That I'll rather share a moment with family
Than live forever, in love with her mammary.
But I'll consider only sweet red
If she still dreams to be mine
For it was in her Shakespeare's book I read
There's no romance without the wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem