In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
A glass is raised to lips in grace,
The liquid gold, it swirls and sings,
A symphony of life’s simple things.

With each sip, a story unfolds,
Of laughter shared and secrets told,
The warmth spreads, a gentle tide,
Bringing hearts and souls to collide.

The night wears on, the stars ignite,
Under their gaze, we find our light,
In every drink, a moment’s cheer,
A toast to life, to those held dear.

As dawn approaches, whispers fade,
The memories linger, softly laid,
In the symphony of drink’s embrace,
We find a fleeting, cherished grace.