A Crime
When you settled your lips on mine
I had a sense of drinking wine.
But wine gives the shortest time of the pleasure
It’s not on my taste fewness in measure.
If you want make me happy do it more long,
My love is so powerful, emotions too strong.
But I never show my feelings on time,
That is my fault; you may call it a crime.
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