A Fine Year For Wine Poem by Robin Bennett

I've heard it said love is a fine wine-
Needing space to breathe; once opened.
Do not stifle it's beauty with a cork
silencing her rich bouquet.
Realize her loveliness-
whether she dresses in a classic white,
a simple blush or a deep merlot.
Notice that brilliant note as she shines
so sparkling clear and full bodied.
Forget the sour grapes, both
appreciate the sweetness in
the bloom or the vintage years
you have spent together.