Today I bought a pineapple lassi drink from the convenience store down the street. It had a poem written on it:
"You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams.
I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings.
You are my own, my own dweller in my endless dreams!
Your feet are rosy-red with my heart's desire, gleaner of my sweetest songs!
Your lips are bitter-sweet with my wine of pain."
Pretty heavy for a yogurt drink.