Vial's wine ...

as a bottle of alcohol ...
you are ...
your soul ...
your breathes ...
your heart ...
your eyes...
even your lips are ...
the sweetest wine ...
will never get irrigate of them ...
will be always thirsty to your wine ...
i would be always of you drunk ...
to be the madly crazy lover ...
to your sweet only lips ...
sweetheart...
  
your lips are the factory of wine ...
as the river always runs ...
gives the pure pleasant water ...
that water never ever get before ...
that water which it like the wine ...
since i kiss them ...
i got so drunk ...
because of the your honey nectar ...
the honey of your mouth ...
which it mixed with your breathes ...
to make the great wine ...

sweetheart mine ...
your lips always my wine ...
and want to be always of you drunk ...

yes sweet angel mine ...
you are my vial's wine ...

hazem al ...