Grace

*To a friend of mine*

A glass of wine, and then another;
She’s nice, sweet, but she’s tired!
A glass of wine, and then another;
She moves, she laughs,
She dances like no other!
A glass of wine, and then another;
She talks, she’s smart
Kind, and she brims with a light-
A light, brighter than a fire!
A glass of wine, and then another;
And she loves, oh, when she loves…
With a cold and harsh fire
That if it touches you
You wont ever get warmed,
Even if you bathed in the hellfire.

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