Here you will find the Poem Lovers Wine of poet Charles Baudelaire
Today Space is fine! Like a horse mount this wine, without bridle, spurs, bit, for a heaven divine! We, two angels they torture with merciless fever, will this mirage pursue in the day?s crystal blue! Sweetly balanced, fly higher through the whirlwind?s wise air in our mirrored desire, my sister, swim there without rest or respite to my dream paradise!