Cool cellar wine,
A summer vintage
Of many drunken seasons lovelorn,
I dreamt of kissing her eyes
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A beautifully crafted poem that begins with a lovely metaphor that invites the reader in and captures well the feeling of intoxication. The description of the girl in the second verse is dream-like, the longing palpable and the simple language here only adds to its power. It continues with a wave of intense pain, the 'tragic denial' that subsides and ends on the wistful tone that leaves the reader reminiscing of their own similar experience.
The sunshine of a thousand summers captured in the landscapes of your mind. Very compelling.... Always, Sandra