The first time I opened the gate,

You were standing with a confused face,

The first time our eyes met,

We knew it was hard to get.

The exchange of numbers and mail,

Led our conversations while on sail,

The wait for calls and those few words,

As we look at the watch, twist and curl.

The little surprises across the ocean,

Felt like a fantasy, with so much of precision,

The relation never fails to amuse us,

Even though there are so many unsaid emotions.

Each time our talk feels like the first,

Can’t wait to see you, it is a must,

The universe will conspire,

To get us together, wrapped in a wire.