Fermentation

The magnum was uncorked and the froth it poured forth
made from the grape, on the hills that faces north
in France the champaigne floods into the glass
and we toast each other with the eyes of love steadfast

The finery of this gesture grand
is this the favour that is just so underhand
just to fascinate and lie to take her heart
a frost of charm from first to last

A fugative thats honour hidden deep
the fable was it  Blanc or Brut
the furrow where the vine roots creep
the bubbles cling and release on palate of deciet