Drop your tear in my wineglassAnd shall drink it as a holy drinkFrom god's vineyard.
Honey brown eyes,Matching my curlsRed lips like that of my blush.
He smells like lavenderAnd his lips taste like freshly brewed coffee.A little sweet and a lot strong.
Rowing through the moonlightHe sails through the river of lifeHalting at a harbor for a whileEnjoying the moment and passing by.
He carries a memory of places and people in his heart.Just like my verses on the vintage diary's heart.He sails on the calmsAnd survives the stormsHe's the man I wrote ballads on.
For a spirit like fireMy water seems toxicSo I sail him throughWithout touching his flames.
Either he'll burn meOr I'll extinguish himWe're oppositeAnd extremeBut the right us will yield steam.
He traces the constellation with fingertips on my palmsTalks about the space and earth like I'm his home.Our theories on spaceAnd life and deathSeemed to light up the flamesYet a sailor like him shall sail.
I don't write on love anymore they sayThe coffee taste and lavender scent
have kept me mesmerized to date.
Drop your tear in my wineglass,And I will kiss you in eulogiesThe stories shall prevailAbout the sailor and his sea
that stayed
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