The Garland Pool - Your Wine

You are the finest fruit
To come from vine and root
I'll be the connoisseur of your wine
Roses red your lips
On my fingertips
I'll be the maitre de
And show you the time
Of your life girl

I'm not lost I'm just in the middle
Of a two part play reminds me a little
Of Shakespeare and you are my
Star-crossed lover
Hoping and biding
The time
The time

Some things get better with time
Aging adds the season makes us wise
Here in the middle of our years
You're looking so fine
Every year we didn't share
Only helps me realize

You are the finest fruit
To come from vine and root
I'll be the connoisseur of your wine
Roses red your lips
On my fingertips
I'll be the maitre de
And show you the time
Of your life girl

I'm not lost I'm just in the middle
Of a two part play reminds me a little
Of Shakespeare and you are my
Star-crossed lover
Hoping and biding
The time
The time

Written by:
Frederic Pool

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