Wine Of Love

Wine Of Love short poem

Love is like an aroma of flowers,
Stimulating the senses,
Waking the ravenous hunger,
Of an insatiable thirst for,
Unhurried passion.

A love lies beneath,
That’s a light from within,
With glowing embers of passion,
Hearts racing in unison,
Emotions on fire in veins.

Heat of passion unparalleled,
In a crescendo of feelings,
Enveloped in passionate love,
Floating in ecstasy,
Of a love so wonderful.

Pour the wine of love,
Let it linger with a fire,
A soft whisper in the soul,
Conjuring passion so irresistible,
Engraved in the heart forever.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

ravenous, crescendo, ecstasy, whisper.. amazing choice of words to describe love and passion.

Arun M Sivakrishna

Intoxicating , like a good old wine..

Laya Sarath
Member powerful…

ammu sachariah

Lovely poem. I

asoke kumar mitra

very passionate write. love redefined…………lovely write.

Saurin Desai

pour the wine of love indeed


A beautiful read indeed!


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