Valpolicella

I saw you in that bottle. The more I looked the more I drank the more you stripped your flimsy clothes. Glassbottomboat, I am the captain, let no man see what I must have. Why is it then that, when I tip my bottle up that you don't come with open arms and wine-soaked breasts, not on the nose but fully blessed by being fully saturated, obliterated to the world and mine to swallow in one gulp. Though I'm afraid that time will tell an altogether different tale, While I don't mind to drink it all will I still find you in green mist or was this all a bold deception, meanspirited and devil's wrath, This image might be on the rocks. It could be my love's paradox.