In the quiet hush of evening’s embrace,
The wine glass glimmers, a jewel in twilight’s lace.
Ruby hues whisper tales of vineyard’s lore,
As moonlight caresses, inviting us to explore.

Vines entwined, secrets held in the earth’s gentle clasp,
Each grape a story, in sunlight’s warm grasp.
The dance of flavors, a symphony in the air,
As we sip slowly, savoring the harvest’s care.

The journey of wine, from soil to soul,
A testament of time, in every poured bowl.
In each swirl and sip, dreams take flight,
Binding hearts across the gentle night.

In the shadows, where laughter softly resides,
Wine becomes the muse, where inspiration hides.
A companion in silence, a bard in its own right,
Guiding us gently through the endless night.