Wine - I Can Call Mine Poem by Anindya Mohan Tagore

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 grapevine ends 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...