Wine!!

~Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eyes,
As I lift my glasses up to my mouth,
I realise that I might grow old
And die, as I sigh and
Realise I have bitten the heart that fed me love
As the emerald dove
Sing on the yard
Sensing the pain I have caused
And the trouble that will come as I’ve sailed deep despite
And no one’s soul need adjustment.
Looking at my glass of red wine
I realise she is my only friend like a line
That is behind me unlikely to stop me.
As I pour more of her
But I forgot that I said I hate woman,
Shh… here comes the sound of pouring wine
Tl!tl!sh!