Words Like Wine & Water

It's difficult to fabricate a verse whose words convey like water in a stream, but one should try, for there is nothing worse than words that cannot flow nor form a theme. I wish to write with words imbued with spring: the kind that bloom within the reader's mind and linger with the scent that season brings; no better words than these can writers find. Though, words of autumn also can console, and so I'd like my words to warmly fall as different colors toward a common goal; and, like that season, may such words enthrall. Upon my page I wish for words like oil: acutely bold and never poor in point, the kind that gurgle under ivory soil and long to meet the eyes that they'll anoint. Have not you ever yearned for words like song-- the sort of dialect that sings when said, or maybe words whose voices carry strong within the reader's mind and ring when read? I want my words to thrive like fervent fire-- engulfing every eye that wanders near, to dance with little match and never tire, for words should last and never cease to sear. It's also my desire to write like ice, with words akin to water-- smooth yet sound, the kind that naturally form and gleam concise when brought to light where thirsty eyes are found. But every word at least should taste like wine: a flavor fermented and rightly earned-- the kind when sipped again, tastes more refined, the kind that urges readers to return.