In twilight’s gentle, fading light,
The wine glass sparkles, pure delight,
A symphony of flavors deep,
In every sip, secrets we keep.

As shadows dance on vineyard’s crest,
The grapes’ sweet nectar, we are blessed,
With every pour, a story told,
Of summer suns and autumn’s gold.

The ruby liquid swirls and gleams,
A liquid poem born of dreams,
Each note, a whisper from the vine,
A testament to passing time.

So let us raise our glass with cheer,
To moments cherished, far and near,
In every drop, a world anew,
The wine, our timeless rendezvous.