In the quiet of the evening, a glass held tight,
The world fades to whispers, bathed in soft light.
Crimson swirls dance, a ballet in crystal clear,
Each sip a sonnet, whispered in the ear.

Vines that twist and turn, through seasons they grow,
Bottled essence of time, in each drop they show.
Aged in barrels, stories carved in oak,
Uncorking the past, with every gentle stroke.

Toasts to forgotten dreams, and nights that remain,
Echoes of laughter, mingled with pain.
Wine tells its tale, in a language sublime,
A silent companion, transcending time.

So raise your glass, let the moments align,
In the tapestry of life, let the wine intertwine.
For in each drop, a universe concealed,
A journey of the senses, vividly revealed.