Blossoms and Bubbles
Eighty I am but now I feel young
When bubbles of champagne tingle my nose
The wine going down my brain to disclose
Is acting in my soul like a big bang.
It’s a real new blossom of my youth lost
Which fills of flowers each next bubbling drop
It is a flow of petals with no stop,
A spray of perfume exciting at most.
A miracle happens wider than told
Since I am feeling as long time ago
When bubbles and love together could go
Their blossoms transform a man even old.
Blossoms and bubbles from a crystal glass
Are doing of me a young of first class.
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