Wine - I can call mine
On seeing you, I felt like a wine connoisseur
And You seemed to me as a half-filled glass of wine
At first, I observed your details to predict the land you were grown
Your colour said it all... the tale of a rocky mountain
To swirl, how should I hold you and where?
Where your grapevines end and do a Tango?
Your aroma made my eyes closed and amazement pervades
The fragrance of your soul pulled me towards you - to follow
If I could kiss your honey drenched lips
Tasting a wine might have been complete
Wine connoisseur in me got his first chance to taste
Taste the age old wine poured within you
You are the wine made for me only...
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2015