She Drinks Camparri

Tell the waitress to reserve
The very last of a service for-
Someone so splendidly special.
Please rinse-off sweetness from the glass
Life is better when it taste bitter
No withdrawal… Her tongue crave for it.
Not a goal yet when she drinks
My mind celebrates.
She remains me of some years back
Every bit of tolerance and dependence
An achievement so high to be an alleviate
Lifes’ very red, bitter honey wine
Play some Jazz music
Drop every flower in a jar
So much joy to see
Her sitting from young to old
Sipping camparri from a glass in style.

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