Author Richard Aldington The wine-cup is glad; it has touched (it says) the sweet-speaking mouth of Zenophile, the dear-to-love. Fortunate cup! O that with her lips upon my lips Zenophile would drink my soul at a draught! Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments