Something Light

Chile you fine.

You so fine you make me go blind

To all others and that is a fact

You can carry with confidence

All the way to the bank.

Chile you so yummy,

Like thick, golden honey

I could eat with a spoon

So sweet and addictive

You know you're that good.

You like fine wine

That slowly gets better 

With the passage of time-

The best of the essence of the fruit of the vine.
A vintage so smooth and subtle and sublime,

One has to be careful 

What gets put on the plate

When you on the menu

It must be more than great

Because anything less

Would just be a waste.

Chile,

You so fine it's absurd.

And to capture it all,

There simply aren't enough words.