The Wine

I am looking for you when the dusk approaches. 

You have been my only source to get into the dawn. 

I do not bother to pay attention but when it comes to you my whole body responds. 

Your single drop is as worthy as the painkiller to the wounded body. 

I am approaching you like an infant to his or her mother. 

I am crawling towards you like a bee to a flower.  

It is no longer to say that my whole body reflects your characteristics. 

Most of my brethren dare to touch you but I suggest to all of them. 

Whoever finds shall not long for any other drink and shall not move to other inns. 

He or she will prefer the tavern to all the wholly places. 

Oh, my wine now I am no longer fearful of the long dark nights 

I have found you, you will be under my pillow during the long dark knight. 

I would love to sip you in my death-bed, and unite with one who makes you.