Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Rhymed Stanza

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Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
almost 2 years

My kind of man. May he rest in peace....

Enrique Corro
over 2 years

Deep, beautiful, simple... perfect!


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