Blossoms and Bubbles

Eighty I am but now I feel young When bubbles of champagne tingle my nose The wine going down my brain to disclose Is acting in my soul like a big bang. It’s a real new blossom of my youth lost Which fills of flowers each next bubbling drop It is a flow of petals with no stop, A spray of perfume exciting at most. A miracle happens wider than told Since I am feeling as long time ago When bubbles and love together could go Their blossoms transform a man even old. Blossoms and bubbles from a crystal glass Are doing of me a young of first class.