An Ode to Wine

My dear, sweet wine,  thou art so fine,

Please accept my ode to you, on this day of St. Valentine.

Since I met you, my life has changed.

Your sweet essence helps calm me down, and act less deranged.

It’s not about your heritage, or hell let’s call it terroir,

It’s about how I can enjoy you, no matter where we are.

Every year you grow, change, and expand,

And yet You’re still all mine, despite a rising domestic demand.

Whether we’re at home or out at a bar,

We can have fun everywhere, except in the car.

Bottle, Barrel, Box, or cask,

I’d even love you from a flask.

It’s the way you look at me in the morning, no matter how crazy my hair is.

It’s the way you still work, whether we have filet mignon or Cheez Whiz.

Some people would call our relationship addiction,

I’d say its the best type of love that’s not fiction.

  • February 14, 2013
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