All wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and sigh
W.B. Yeats. 1910
And love comes in at the eye
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and sigh
W.B. Yeats. 1910