There is bliss to catch a glimpse
from those eyes bringing back memories
of the first day I saw you.
We would not let go of our false timing
in the turning of our heads,
bringing joy in my heart.
Why do I keep holding on to these hands,
when you are not going away,
with those eyes and smile?
We are like aging red wine
that has grown sweeter still, whose cup
is full of your glances and my memories.
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