LETS MAKE WINE TOGETHER


LETS MAKE WINE TOGETHER
BECAUSE OF FROM WHERE I HAVE COME,
I CAN NOW APPRECIATE YOU,
AND NOW I AM VERY THANKFUL,
FOR ALL THAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH.

MY PAST PAVED A ROAD,
WITH A FOUNDATION OF EXPERIENCE,
AND WITHOUT THIS FOUNDATION UNDERNEATH,
NONE OF MY LIFE TODAY WOULD MAKE SENSE.

MOMENTS I CHEERISH NOW,
THAT FILL MY SOUL WITH LIFE,
USE TO SLIP AWAY UNNOTICED ALWAYS,
LIFE CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE.

AND NOW I APPRECIATE,
ALL THAT HAPPENS EACH DAY I AM ALIVE,
AND I UNDERSTAND FOR ONCE,
GOD NEVER BELONGS WITH THE QUESTION WHY.

NOW YOU’RE HERE IN MY LIFE TODAY,
I PRAY NOT A FLEETING GLIMPSE OF TIME,
I HOPE TOGETHER WE CAN STAY A LONG WHILE,
AND AGE LIKE A FINE OLD WINE.

GIVING EACH OTHER THE GRACE TO MELLOW,
AND DEVOLOP A SMOOTH BOQUET,
A GENUINE AUTHENTIC BLEND,
WITH WISDOM WE SHALL TOGETHER AGE.

HAVING IN OURSELVES THE PATIENCE,
NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND,
THAT FOR A WINE TO BECOME PERFECTION,
OUR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER WILL TAKE TIME TO BLEND.

NURTURING THE WINE TILL IT MATURES,
AND WHEN READY TO BE UNCORKED,
ENJOY ITS WONDEROUS TASTE TOGETHER,
THIS MASTERPEICE WE WORKED.

THAT IS WHAT LOVE IS TO ME,
AND I WILL DEDICATE MY LIFE TO HAVE IT THAT WAY,
MY SOUL IS LIKE THE WINE WE MAKE,
SO COME WITH ME, ENJOY IT’S BOUQUET.

TOGETHER WE WILL WORK,
WITH SOUR GRAPES AND RIPE,
BECAUSE WITHOUT THE SOUR ONES,
THERE IS NO COMPARISON TO MAKE IT TASTE SO RIGHT.

THAT IS LOVE AND THAT IS LIFE,
WE MIX ALL THAT WE SHALL HAVE,
BLENDING A FINE OLD WINE,
SLOWLY MAKING IT LAST.

SHARING IT TOGETHER ENJOYING ITS TASTE,
AND WHEN THE BOTTLE IS ALL THROUGH,
WE WILL HARVEST A NEW CROP OF GRAPES,
AND START THIS LOVE ANEW.

SO LETS MAKE WINE TOGETHER,
TILL WE PERFECT THIS ART OF LOVE,
NOT LIVING IN THE PAST OR FUTURE,
BUT NOW, UNDER THE STARS ABOVE.


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