How charming can a bottle of wine and a glass be,
For living my best life? The grape is small and gentle,
Harmless, yet it can turn into something profound.

In my hand, I hold a grape, always welcome.
On the bed, I'm the little thing that crawls down your chest gently.
Same me, in the middle of your lips, a call of deduction.

When you smash me with your feet, extract my juice, and store me,
I still ferment to your taste.

I'm a therapist when you've been in moody situations.
Happy mood! You bought me to celebrate.
Bad mood, here I come. Perfect for that beat of tears.

You need me to get over a divorce,
To celebrate your good news.
Is somebody dead? You'll need more than a bottle.

I can be your comfort when you need me,
And also be trouble.

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