Wine

Wine, she is a fickle lass,
but you look forward to her tryst –
she fills you up with every glass,
and, o, how you have missed her kiss!
She says she couldn’t love you less,
she soothes your tongue with her caress,
but after all the moaning hums,
when the morning finally comes,
you’re the lover who forgets
that you two had ever met!