Rosemary's Wine

And her eyes
Hurt the way they do
Almost like theyў‚¬"ўd seen
Almost like they knew
And her words
Soft as they could be
Tied me to her soul
And couldnў‚¬"ўt set me free
And the night
That held us in its arms
It held us once again
But even then
I knew this time
That I would decline
Sweet Rosemaryў‚¬"ўs Wine
Lately I
Seem to be inclined
More to being cold
Less to being kind
And I suppose
That Iў‚¬"ўve been less than true
Being what I am
What was I to do?
So I drink
The sweetness of her soul
And drink it once again
But even then
I guess Iў‚¬"ўd known
That I would decline
Sweet Rosemaryў‚¬"ўs wine