Brown Man, Red Wine

There

On a Cobble Stoned Street

in a town where 

my heart finds 

his quick convenient lusts

with no consistency

of love

I sipped reality

tasted the beginning of 

what some would

call a bitter end

however I claim

as a sweet beginning

Swirled 

entertaining

the thought

others 

well aware of 

how far I drove 

to see you

stand

as I sat 

tasting our sweet beginning 

sipping the bitter end

on a Cobble Stoned Street

in a town where the locals 

were clear 

I was an 

outsider

My intentions 

were purposed 

I made a statement.  

I would not have regrets 

had I made a scene.

"Couldn't have been me" 

I heared some

foolish

woman say

That's the beauty in 

me being

Chocolate Rose

I will not 

let good seeds 

be

plucked up on 

the side of the road

I've planted them in 

good soil

I love not

in vain

some misunderstand 

the heart of a woman in love

call me insane 

however don't call me

obsessed

I'm just particular

about my man 

and what I drink...