Chardonnay Wines

I still can taste the Chardonnay fine wines— The hints of oak we drank at lunch today. The sun must brightly shine upon those vines; Warm love in liquid gold its rays display. Yet heavy is my heart and grief will weigh Too soon enough for pure enjoyment now; I know my eyes and spirit can betray Another thought emotions must allow. My body furrows its own empty brow. You look upon my soul with fulgent grace, But I cannot my love soon disavow; I glance upon your form and see his face. He does not care that I must love him still— Would that my mind could break my stubborn will!