Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
Thats all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
-Yeats, "A Drinking Song"
the most perfect poem ever.
And love comes in at the eye;
Thats all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
-Yeats, "A Drinking Song"
the most perfect poem ever.
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you are so cute.