I pass through the tavern,
a chalice in my hand
the wine Im served
is so sweetened yet so bland
With lips parched,
my eyes wander
the heart searches,
an Ale so strong
that smokes the senses
the desire surges
A Drink that splurs
the heavens to sway
my cup to melt,
the thought to blurs.
Oh how do I content thee,
my listless heart!
in your cup is the mock joy,
this tasteless brew, a mere ploy.
Drink naught from this served red,
let the Love char you
and fill thy grail with the intoxicating ale
Surrender to your Beloved,
and feast on that bread
- leenah.
The majesty of a lover is being reduced to dirt at the step of the Beloved.
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