In the glass, it swirls, a golden hue,
Promises whispered soft, a dream anew,
Liquid courage in a fragile embrace,
Shadows dance in its amber grace.
The evening’s veil draws gently near,
Hearts unburdened, free from fear,
Stories unfold in the night’s tender glow,
Inhibitions fade as spirits flow.
Yet beneath the laughter, a silent plea,
Echoes of longing, yearning to be free,
In every sip, a tale untold,
Secrets hidden in its liquid gold.
As the night wanes, the truth reveals,
The bittersweet dance of what it conceals,
In the quiet dawn, reflections clear,
The gentle whisper of the amber tear.