Man of Wine

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She said, that man…

He tasted of wine,

That man, he…

He was never really mine.

That man…

Oh, what a gentle-man he was,

He saved me from myself,

And he’d hold me just because.

That man…

Mm, and what a man he was,

He made love to me each night,

Like no other man does.

That man…

Oh lord, the sweetest man that ever was,

He kissed me in the rightest way,

And said it is I he loves.

That man… She sighed,

That man of mine,

Oh that man… she reminisced,

How he tasted of sweet wine.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

This is really different. You make poetry that lives; you caputered the poetry of a moment reverie that was really beautiful with a slight hint of longing. This one writes almost like a modern day romanitc poem. I've always really liked the romantics because they really tried to caputure the poetry of the moment, the person, where they were and what they were feeling. This is a really beautiful poem! This is a good example of what Wordsworth called the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recollected in tranquility. I loved it!

[Dream Weaver]

Lovely sentiment shining through...
Nice work...

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recites like a prayer..seems that its all in past tense..is she now lamenting..well written

[paul]

great rhythm. and originality

[E.Gleaves]

I like the poem as is. Proclaimed has too many syllables it would throw off the rhythm of the poem and I think the rhythm is what makes this poem so successful.

[Matthew Kult]

Oh lord, the sweetest man that ever was.

He kissed me in the rightest way,

and proclaimed he loved me.

IMO. Great write regardless. Very elegant.

Matthew

[zappy]

This is amazing you could change it , it but it kinda does sound better the way you what to change it. But its amazing how its already wrote.