Showing posts with label brine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brine. Show all posts

Monday, August 13, 2007

Oh, love me not

Oh, love me not to the brim of your heart.
What fool can deny love's semblance to art?
Love me as a connoisseur sips fine wine
Lest your sweet blue eyes turn two lakes of brine.
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