I weep a thousand tears of rose wine tasting
Each as each falls upon my cheeks.

And I find that I like the taste, as it reminds me
Of life and that each drop is a moment that should
Be held on to not washed, diluted in tears of regrets.

But tasted as a moment where death did not whisper
Sweet nothing till I was silent inside. I weep diluted
Happiness, it may fall red but it is tears of hopes that cry
Bright in my pools that flood forth to my cheeks.