without her i am empty
and only her love can fill me up
i become drunk when i think of her
her and me
he lips so sweet
that when she drinks from my cup will make the wine more sweet
from that day i will no longet be empty.
THAT DAY
waiting for her to pour the sweet
wine of love
I am drunk
Even if i have not tasted her wine
I am drunk
I am drunk in hope that one day
She will pour her wine in me and
then by her sweet lips
She will make the wine more sweet
I will no longer be an empty cup
Poetry by Hamzah Khan
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Written on 2005-12-03 at 18:46
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and only her love can fill me up
i become drunk when i think of her
her and me
he lips so sweet
that when she drinks from my cup will make the wine more sweet
from that day i will no longet be empty.
THAT DAY
Empty Cup
I am an empty cupwaiting for her to pour the sweet
wine of love
I am drunk
Even if i have not tasted her wine
I am drunk
I am drunk in hope that one day
She will pour her wine in me and
then by her sweet lips
She will make the wine more sweet
I will no longer be an empty cup
Poetry by Hamzah Khan
Read 691 times
Written on 2005-12-03 at 18:46
Tags Love Empty Drunk
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