First of all, what a poet was What a pure and honest eye I was first of all dear and painful I was drunk and loved I was a gem Now what am I for you Who am I for you I was The first acquaintance you were a butterfly I was all simply and you loved and crazy What am I for you Now Who am I for you a cupless wine I was a bubble like
I was a mystery You were crazy What am I now for you Who am I for you A free wine cup Bubble like
What was the poetic about our poetry What a pure and honest look in my eyes My first and my dear For you a cupless wine cup like a bubble a broken wine cup like a bubble a broken wine cup like a bubble
