The Wine Merchant

Open the doors, release the guard
that keeps me out. In vain
the hard, the distant stance,
if I don’t fear the pain.

Free the poor, struggling fool, 
that stands guard at your gate.
Just let me pour, even this late
this wine that soon will seal our fate.

Reflect upon these tales of old,
that always happen far away.
There’s not much gold, to turn the bold
upon a quiet shore to stay.

Just spread your wings, these magic sails,
that fly you through the air at dusk,
and come meet me, the one who waits,
’cause I will give in to your lust.

Remove the rope that ties you tight
in garments made of malice; hold the chalice,
kiss me light and drink the wine
my love is.

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