A Bottle of Wine

"Red, white or rosé, my dear;

The usual half glass, or more?"

"Tonight, red is what I revere.

I'll have my glass half full,

And save myself for the encore."

"Half full? That expression is bull...

The glass would be half empty-

It's a truth that you mustn't ignore."

"Ever the pessimist; how you tempt me

To reveal the wonders that you overlook.

With you, it's always a 'neither' and 'nor'."

"You've read fairytales in some storybook;

There are no happy endings, not really.

You smile so much; I wonder what for?"

"For hope, love, a blossoming tiger lily;

The gorgeous world surrounding us...

For beauty, for life, and so much more."

"Nothing is what it seems, and thus

All that you love will crumble someday;

It's something that you should account for."

"You accuse everything of foul play,

But you're only truly hurting yourself;

Amassing pain with each thing you abhor."

"We discuss this too often- what even for?

Neither of us will ever change our way."