A glass of wine, that's all it isBut when I look into the glass I seeReflections of our wasted loveThe lover tasted like the wine you left with meSo bittersweet, so sharp and strongWe reveled in the magic of its spellSo soon it came and then was goneOne magic hour when you loved me much too wellI raise the glass and sip the wineAnd try to melt away the painBut still the past is locked insideAnd the magic never comes againA glass of wine, a memoryAn aftertaste of joy that once we knewSo here's to love that used to beI'll try to tell myself I share it still with you© transcript Emily Beynon
