Your wine, my heart


A decanter for your feelings, my heart has come to be.  Every spill of every sorrow, I preserve and imbibe.

A vessel of your joy I’m proud to be.
You fill me with your blissful flow, with all the simple smiles you afford me.

To have your truth inside my being is an honour of a thousand lifetimes. That’s how long it took to find you.


About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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