Under the twilight’s gentle embrace,
A glass of wine, a quiet place,
The crimson swirl, a dance of grace,
Unveils the night’s tender face.

Aromas rise, a fragrant stream,
Echoes of vineyards, a vintner’s dream,
In every sip, a whispered theme,
Of ancient soils and sun’s warm gleam.

The world outside may rush and roar,
But in this glass, a tranquil shore,
Where time slows down, and hearts adore,
The simple joys that life restore.

So let us toast to moments fine,
With friends and laughter, love’s design,
In every drop, a story’s sign,
A symphony of wine, divine.