The vine with purple in its shadow.
The vine with wine on it bed side.
The vine with love on the other hand.
The vine with sweet and mellow taste.
The vine with a ripe and steady paste.
The vine that jingles in the wind.
The vine that hangs below the morning sun.
The vine that loves to be love with a appetizer.
The vine what shares it broad heart.
The vine where truth and love come alive.
The vine where you and i suck the very last I love you from.
The Grape Vine.
