Sweet floral wine aged with a fine distinction permeates violet fluorescence through the air silenced souls and the years cut into the night and wrapped about the pinkest moon reunite Love held at bay bringing life to weathered sails under whispered breath and last nights first kiss eyes widen with each anxious glance embraced as time slowly tics hearts become gallantly graced Flushed with feelings captured in a glow anew It's never, never too late for a love that is true