Wine, Love what could go wrongMature

A man sitting under a tree and thinking about love

He sat there, under the tree thinking about love.

In one hand he held a pencil,

The other held some paper

And in front of him a jar of wine

The great beauty of the setting sun in the background

The love he saw was so clear in his mind.

She was so elegant, beautiful and powerful

This thought brought a smile upon his lips.

The End

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