Week Thought 04/06/2017

The Wine of Love

"Oh!When my lady comes,

And I with love behold her;

I take her to my beating heart

And in my arms enfold her;

My heart is filled with joy divine

For I am hers and she is mine.

Oh!When her soft embraces

Do give my love completeness,

The perfumes of Arabia

Anoint me with their sweetness;

And when her lips are pressed to mine

I am made drunk and need not wine."

The author of this poem is unknown,but it is an Egyptian poem,a poem from 3000 years ago!