Love In A Bottle
My love is like an open bottle:
Empty and dry
For someone drank all of my sweet wine
Long, long ago...
And it was drunk for all the wrong reasons,
Gulped carelessly
When it was supposed to be sipped.
And now no one can be enticed
By putting my open mouth to their lips
.
If only I could by full again!
So that when I find a man
Dying of thirst
He would be able to sip tenderly
The sweet wine from my bottle...
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