messy mixed punch

The vine of Love is music,

... And the feast of Love is song:

And when Love sits down to the banquet,

....Love sits long:

Sits long and arises drunken,

...But not with the feast and the wine;

He reeleth with his own heart,

....The great, The great rich vine...

Summoned by Eros and Venus,

And Jupiter with yellow sapphire,

Love awaken to desire of beauty,

His desire by his side:

Burning fire & very bittersweet aftertaste,

Love sinks to the pit of my stomach,

Where there is a mess;

Of wasted opportunity;

Fruit punch drunk Love-

At the bottom of the lake of waste

Oh no, my mistake

Back to the vine

And all my feelings inside 😉