To my eyes laid bare,
A hue beyond compare,
In a bottle.

Took a glass and opened,
Left me with words unspoken,
Such aroma.

One sip and it revealed,
Various flavors it concealed,
A cognac.

I should have stop to heed,
Before the drink do the deed,
Too late.

Now I'm here thinking of you,
An empty bottle kept me through,
So wasted.