The sweetness of thy gentle lips surpass
The sweetness of the wine, for wine does naught
But rid the mind of pleasures once begot
From kissing such a sweet, becoming lass.
The cup which we once shared now sits untouched.
The bottle now has no more wine to pour,
And now we both have parted, nevermore
To share the love to which we both once clutched.
May 17, 1981
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