My disposition is one of happiness heaped upon me in great abundance still. The spirit within renewed as life itself flows through our veins to relieve us of our ills. He is my grape aged to 30 years and I am his goblet, golden and tarnished - both ravaged by beauty and time... Love is the bouquet of this secret vintage, my fine wine.

I am heady at first taste of you across my lips and taken deeper into an intoxicating bliss. Your sweetness washes over my tongue and I am complete in this gain, for if it were any other way, surely your love would fall like a summer's rain.

As I lay within the entanglements of your vine, it is good to know which branch is yours, white grape and which is, dark grape, mine.

I will continue to imbibe in this beauty of ours, while we continue to propagate products of love in our vineyard.