Fine Wine

it's vintage, this love we share

poured from a crystal carafe

overflowing with years and tears

into antique goblets of our hearts

so elegant this libation of love

sipped between thirsty lips

quickening decaying longings

penning poetry on our hearts

this long forgotten inebriation

sweetness lingering on tongues

hopefulness of naive youth

once turned to dust, rejuvenated

there was no peace in deprivation

no tranquility left in contempt

so fine this lively refreshment

so smooth it soothes our souls

your heart beats against mine

it conveys a feeling sublime, divine

sweeter than any vintage wine

I know the best was saved for last