My lady wine

We smile and dine,
But i have migraine so i cannot drink wine,
I would perfer apple to pineapple,
I am able,
But my heart beats like my neck is tied with a rope,
I have hope,
Like a grasshopper i shall hop like a window shopper,
Or be a mopper,
As if that is not over,
Sing Adele's hello cover,
She is my miss,
I miss her presence not her kiss,
Note she is every man's dream,
Not close to butter but more than a cream,
She is a real queen.

Double_O Franklyne