You are my goblet of fine wine,
deep and full, aged to perfection,
plump red lips as grapes off the vine,
tastes mixed in perfect complexion.
Like wine that one drinks long and slow
to sense every subtle tone,
each sip brings something new to know,
our encounter is all my own.
I’m drunk on your complexity,
calmed by your scent before I drink,
yet moved by your intensity
until I know not what to think.
My symbol of celebration,
the proof of the Vintner’s daring,
cause and effect of elation,
your love is my perfect pairing.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
You are my goblet of fine wine,
deep and full, aged to perfection,
plump red lips as grapes off the vine,
tastes mixed in perfect complexion.
Like wine that one drinks long and slow
to sense every subtle tone,
each sip brings something new to know,
our encounter is all my own.
I’m drunk on your complexity,
calmed by your scent before I drink,
yet moved by your intensity
until I know not what to think.
My symbol of celebration,
the proof of the Vintner’s daring,
cause and effect of elation,
your love is my perfect pairing.
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