It is nigh time to drink wine?
Is it fine to make her mine?
To find the thread that'd bind?
To align her heart with mine?

Maybe so, shall we go?
To that place filled with grace?
To the sea, ever free?
Under a star, ever so far?

I await for that twist of fate,
To twine this thread of mine,
A part of myself, to another's heart.
The passage of time, always sublime