Stop and think about it.. My feelings for you are like wine.
Every day that passed, every week, every year, they only grew sweeter.
A subtle hint of longing.. A distinct dash of passion..
Every word gone unspoken only sealed it in tighter.
It deepened, became richer with textures.
The soft bitterness of remembering..
When the time comes, the bottle must be opened,
Though I fear it still may not yet be ready.
However, I promise you..
As soon you’re ready, I will be too.
And we’ll share our first taste of this oh-so aged wine.
