As Hot As Ice

Dew, Sun and rain All join to rhyme A sense of odors As sweet as grapevine Souls muse and amuse While being with twine As the power of love Inspires all to shine So is the power within Of the succulent grape Nourishing with tears of wine Called port and sherry And as hot as ice Causes every heart to be merry Mind whirled and dizzy And senses me not carry Let my feet be sensible Keeping me in place of glory Lest my movement and my language reel With the wine of you, grapevine And jerk against passersby, wall and grill. As short-lived and doomed are souls And what will happen tomorrow, no one knows Man wishes to be lost in wine sometimes As he knows the magical spell of this anodyne With her he forgets fear and worries And with life he makes merry And leaves all else in the hands of destiny...........