{"id":1336,"date":"2012-06-13T20:14:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-13T20:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/2012\/06\/13\/loves-wine\/"},"modified":"2012-06-13T20:14:00","modified_gmt":"2012-06-13T20:14:00","slug":"loves-wine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/2012\/06\/13\/loves-wine\/","title":{"rendered":"Love&#8217;s Wine"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Love in Pain or Pain in Love<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Efforts to understand<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Always go in vein<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For some it is like a poison<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For some it is a crime&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For other&#8217;s it is like a bottle of Wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some die for their hate to love feelings<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some wait for their love to know<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some feel their love will be returned<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some feel their love would return<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">There are others who enjoy love&#8217;s wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The older it gets the merrier it becomes for them<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The more they gulp it, more they savor<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But they forget the fact that wine is wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Be it new or old<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It&#8217;s the same old bloodie wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It may get you high in the spirits<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But is the poison for your high spirits<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It&#8217;s the same old bloodie love&#8217;s game<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Seems awesome in taste, when it gets old<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But when you look to it for gain<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">All it gives you in pain<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">All this wine would give you is heart burns<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Blood is at the end what it churns<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some wait for their love to know<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some feel their love will be returned<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Some feel their love would return<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">There are others who enjoy love&#8217;s wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Love in Pain or Pain in Love<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Efforts to understand,&nbsp;Always go in vein<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For some Love is Poison, for some it&#8217;s Crime<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For other&#8217;s its like a Bottle of Wine<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The bottle of wine that just gives heart burns<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Blood is at the end what it always churns<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Love in Pain or Pain in Love<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Efforts to understand,&nbsp;Always go in vein<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><br class=\"Apple-interchange-newline\" \/><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love in Pain or Pain in Love Efforts to understand Always go in vein For some it is like a poison For some it is a crime&nbsp; 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