Drunken love

Here's a short poem about being drunk on the colors of red and white:

In hues of red and white I drown,
A tipsy soul, a vibrant gown.
Scarlet passion, purity's grace,
In this chromatic, tipsy embrace.

With every sip of crimson wine,
I dance in shades divine.
In this tipsy, chromatic trance,
Red and white, I'll take my chance.

Beneath the moon's soft, tipsy glow,
In the arms of love, we sway and flow.
Our laughter spills like spilled wine,
Drunk on love, you're forever mine.

With every kiss, we taste desire,
Intoxicated hearts, set on fire.
In this tipsy dance, our souls entwine,

In this tipsy world, we stumble and twirl,
With each sip of passion, our love does unfurl.
We're lost in the haze of this love so sweet,
Drunken on each other, our souls do meet.

The night whispers secrets, the stars above,
As we drown in this intoxicating love.
In your arms, I find my endless spree,
Drunken love, you're my ecstasy.
Drunken love, oh, you are divine wine.