Poem for her 162

Dear Readers,



The Wine Bottle


Well It was not alone
But it was a wine bottle
Sitting there on the shelf
Looking a bit just like the others
But it was different
Because she picked it up
Then she bought it
Then They enjoyed it
Then the Bottle was put on a table
A candle was stuck in it
And they hand dripped other colored
Candles on it and over it
Till the Wine Bottle
Was just a tall
Candle Holder
For their table
In the Cabin



Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.