Drink to me with your eyes gazing, and I will make my promise too. Or else, leave a kiss on the edge of cup and I will not want the wine because your kiss is more than any alcohol.
The thirsts for love rise and only a drink of god can alleviate it. Even I can have Jupiter's nectar, I will not exchange it with your love.
I sent you a wreath of roses recently. It's not to honor your beauty as anyone hope with roses. It will not dry out nor shriveled because your breath will give it immortality. When it grows and smells, I swear that I only smell the pleasant scent of you.
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