Raspberry Wine

The day will come,

There'll come a time...

When we shall taste raspberry wine,

I'll pour a drink from the carafe

As we turn to share a secret laugh.

Someday will come when you are mine

And we will sip raspberry wine.

Into the fireplace our eyes will gaze,

Reminiscing life's tangled maze.

Though some will say that we're too old,

Our hearts will never become cold.

We'll be like petals falling down in May,

Drifting through each and every day.

Each time you brush aside my hair.

My face will be forever fair.

And life will be more than divine

As we sip raspberry wine.

And I will drink from your goblet,

And you, my love, will drink from mine.

© Shelly Sitzer, 2013

Raspberry port
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