See my love
Hear my love
Speak my love
My heart was pounding
And expanding from its cage
To meet you there
But instead I was met with
An uncomprehending stare
As you were three sheets to the wind
In a fog I couldn’t fight through
That left me cold and alone
In the sheets with love unrequited
Speak no man
Hear no man
See no man
Not all drunks are bad. My friend Richard he drinks and gets drunk but he's not mean, he's actually funny and he'll keep you laughing. like the poem.