The flow;
the unique
twisted sinew
and calls of wild
will not do a thing
for me
as I can not
win your love
Sweet Mira Bella
and that defeat
I can not face
save the grace of God
& Burgundy wine
that I shall drink to you
who does not
ever grace me
with your presence
I raise my glass
and toast
in failure
in defeat
ma foi est vivante