Mulled Wine by M.A.Meddings
Mulled wineIs your love and mine
Softly warm
To the the soul
Like spiced almonds icing at yuletide
Like a gentle etude in white
A crimson sarabande
Like the warm glow that comes in late September
To these lammas days and you
This love mature and gentle
This love is more beautiful
Than any youthful thing could know
This love for you is my last love
This love mature and true is like
Mulled wine
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 06:27
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