Sweet Wine

Sweet Peach Wine In the valleys where prayer flags dance, And clouds kiss Himalayan glance, I found a bottle, soft and fine, Of Bhutan’s sweet peach-scented wine. It tasted like a lover’s sigh, A summer dusk, a blushing sky, With every sip, your name would bloom, A floral echo through the room. The amber liquid, slow and deep, Unveils the dreams we dare to keep. Like whispers in a sacred shrine, You lingered in that peachy wine. We drank beneath the twilight's flame, Two hearts, one breath, no need for name. Your laughter swirled in mountain air, A silent vow, a fragrant prayer. Oh, if I could, I’d bottle time— The warmth, your kiss, that sweet divine. But all I have, and all that's true, Is this peach wine, and love for you.