A wine's bouquet
Time and again, the company has varied
the topic of conversation never did
leading to us, leading to you
when will I gonna marry you?
As if I have reserved a seat
maybe the frontliner of a long line
of suitors rejected or halfheartedly
accepted, a needle in a haystack
to be lost, for whom you haven't a knack.
I feel myself to be lost, too.
Stored as stack, to last only a day or two.
I chose being preserved as a wine,
succeeding years see our bond twine.
Our memory safe in a treasure trove
you are that bad, and also good;
them piling, the more you've urged to cry
the more I feel like I want to try.
A one way ticket, will I make it?
or be among those bled to death?
@preciouslove
