It must be love
That seeks and finds
such perfect grapes
from vintage vines.

In a year far
from the best
Our bridge and groom
are truly blest.

When even water
Is hard to find
In their hot and dusty
Texas clime.

This finest wine
completes their feast
When other hosts
Pour out their least.

It must be love,
Enduring fast
that saved this best wine
for the last.