Wine of My Day
Prior to savoring and becoming all hers
My glass ran empty, in need of filling
Red or white it did not matter
For she made it so, and I drank
Stupor of love swirled in a goblet of promises
Mine to have, if for but awhile
Conversing of many things simple yet complex
But there, bouquets were sipped and numb
To all but her was the feel of yesterday
Bring me wine, so I can dream of white and red
It is where all my wrongs became right
Right with her, right as rain
My words may run empty as the bottle launched
today with but one message
Thirsty has become my need to quench desires
Of sentiment
Where love stayed sincere and savored
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