Hope you like this poem kinda had to write it fast.....lol!
The long stem of the crystal is like your neck,
As my finger runs down I sense the glass speck,
Felt the wine pour as I feel the last tear drop,
Warm to the touch as my lips reaches the top.
Down it goes slow but quick to the spread,
The glass sparkles as it reaches my head,
Look of elegance has any one beauty felt,
Cold to touch but always makes you melt.
The long stem of the crystal is like your neck,
As my finger runs down I sense the glass speck,
Felt the wine pour as I feel the last tear drop,
Warm to the touch as my lips reaches the top.
Down it goes slow but quick to the spread,
The glass sparkles as it reaches my head,
Look of elegance has any one beauty felt,
Cold to touch but always makes you melt.