Your Wine
I'm infatuated with him by chance.
His eyes sparkle like stars in the night.
An amorous glance of him,
made my heart his eternal slave.
I became passionate though,
taking an oath with my soul.
I’ll never love, I’ll never bow.
I’ll bring peace and ease without the sorrow.
But I built a castle for him in my heart.
Preserving in its depths, a cellar of wine.
When the stars rise at night.
When the moon appears through the clouds.
When tears overcome my eyes,
I can’t restrain my hidden feelings.
When the heat of the fire burns inside me.
I hold a cup of wine between my fingers.
A cup from the wine cellar in your castle.
I start whispering the songs of hope.
They say you lost all consciousness,
I say I’ve become more conscious.
They call it drunk from the wine.
I call it drunk from your love.
Copyright © Nadia Rabehi | Year Posted 2013
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