Let's talk about the books of yore.

The sea and the shore.

Coffee beans.

Sand grains.

Songs.

Stories that never end.

Sparkling conversations.

Cackling laughter.

Genuine chemistry.

Intimacy.

Book covers.

Past lovers.

Feel good fuzz.

The daily buzz.

Soft toys.

Your favourite car.

Your first memory.

And then, me.

You.

And the stars in your eyes.

How beautifully you behold the sky.

At dusk. And dawn.

Twilight.

Which shines bright.

The reflections they make.

A bokeh on your face.

The simply satisfying smile.

Which is achieved through pasta, bread and wine.

Cheese.

Cake.

Soup.

Breaks.

Coffee mugs.

Tired hugs.

Let the conversation run through its path.

Let the jokes carry on as unasked.

I wish these talks never end.

Ways we have to never mend.

Destiny may take its turns, agreed.

But let's continue to meet, shall we?