From the moment I pop the cork
Smell
And pour the first glass Love the colour.
I know what to expect from a Shiraz.
Full.
Powerful.
Always a little peppery
Hitting me in the eyes.
You're the same way.
You hit me in the eyes Love the way you look
And the way you walk
talk
and touch me
are full of power
confidence
and beauty.
But just like a Shiraz
I love you
but I can't stand you.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
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