The Sublime thing About fine wine Is that it doesnt have to be Just wine although it is nice To unwind with the evening It could be anything That transcends and even soothes With its Sweet beauty Like sunsets, exotic kisses jazz caresses, Loving stanzas women and melodies Vibrant hues of paintings We have a Heavenly goddess Sweet and luminous as a rose moon And gift for her flowers of our own love That become flowers of our love Like moonlit vines are the vineyards What could be more Sublime Than what caresses ones Soul With its own Love The flowers of your Loves gaze sway because they have wept With the sweet bliss of rain Laughed with the warm accents Of Sun And Sighed with the rose candles of Golden moons