My Only Vice

I envy the rainy day
Because rain can stay
With you. Kiss Your eyes
When falling from the skies

I also envy the wind
He follows you like a hind
He can fondle and embrace you
I can't do that... That's true

My glass of wine is full
But the beauty is always cruel
And the wine is spilled
My desires stay unfulfilled

May the spilled wine be my sarifice
For gods. And you will stay my only vice.