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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.

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Date: 12/25/2013 5:35:00 AM
A fabulous poem to be drunk on love better coz wine is no gud. U write so nicely poetic. Pls coment my latest poem.
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Date: 12/23/2013 5:09:00 AM
- Thank you for sharing this poem with me,Nadia - very well written! - Wishing you a peaceful and happy Christmas - Many good wishes for the year 2014! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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