| Just a humble vessel awaiting contents was this depleted heart of mine, Until into the vineyard of your love I wandered and beheld your fruit of the vine. Now overflowing is the vessel, my heart, Filled with your love's fragrant wine. Now, intoxicated am I forever with its mellow essence The vintage rare, the flavor satisfying and divine. |
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| LOVE'S WINE Copyright 2002 Wanda L. Harrell |
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