Wine you captivate me

Your color awakens in the shade of the cellars

Your bouquet dissipates

The wasp rushes over and intoxicates itself

With glass in hand I need only to raise a toast

And allow my lips to touch you

On my tongue you explode

Serve me a glass

So I can hear your fall warble

Serve me again

So I can feast in your joy



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Child of sweet manners

Round like the Earth

You inspire me to make a prayer

In the name of the camembert

The mother

And the father

I wed you to wine

And bread

Forgive us our abstinences

Glory be to the mammals